35. Ryan
THIRTY-FIVE
Ryan
The second June’s lips wrap around my finger, licking the cum with a small moan, I almost lose it. Again. It’s been seconds and I’m already hard, my dick throbbing.
I didn’t plan on coming all over her, but I’ve got to admit, I like how she looks covered in me. More than anything, though, I want to fill her with every last drop. She wants me to be dripping out of her for days, and I don’t want it to ever stop.
I want to possess her.
And never fucking let her go.
I crawl up her body, and her eyes fly open, going to the space between us. “Let me clean up. I don’t want to get it all over you.”
I laugh, swirling a hand through the cum. “You think I’m afraid of a little mess?” I run my hand down the center of my chest before grabbing the front of her throat. “Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you into this mattress. We’re both going to be destroyed by the time I’m done. ”
“Yes,” she hisses, her legs shifting beneath me. “Ryan.”
“Yes, what?” My fingers tighten around her throat, loving the way her lashes flutter, and her body arches up to meet mine. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, Ryan. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck. I’m already so hard for you.”
I don’t go slow. I don’t give her time to adjust. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside her, there’s no way I can be gentle. There will be plenty of time for that later. My control is barely hanging on, and if I don’t get inside her, I’m going to snap.
I surge forward, burying myself to the hilt in her tight pussy. She feels better than I remembered. She quivers around me, her legs banding around my waist, and I can’t help the guttural groan that escapes me.
It’s been too long.
She’s so tight.
I’m not going to last long.
Fuck.
My insides are on fire, every nerve ending burning with lust, with need. She belongs to me, and it’s about time I show her exactly what that means.
I keep a hand around her throat as I move, pistoning my hips against hers, fucking her with long, hard strokes. She’s already destroyed me, decimated me from the inside out, and I won’t stop until I do the same to her.
Her cries, her whimpers, urge me to go faster, fuck her harder, and I quicken my pace. I can’t get enough of her, I never will. Each time we’re together only increases the desperation I feel pumping through my veins.
She’s my heroin, my cocaine, and I need another hit.
I stare down at her, losing myself in the dark-brown depths of her eyes. She owns me, mind, body, and soul, and if I’m honest, she has since the first night we spent together.
June cries out, and I angle my hips, making sure every stroke rubs that sensitive spot deep inside her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I hope she draws blood. I’m hers to mark, to claim. The pain only brings us closer together, binds us in this moment.
I thrust into her faster. Faster. Deeper. Fucking her so brutally hard. She chants my name. Her hips rock against mine. She’s clawing at my back. She’s desperate, but so am I.
With a growl I feel deep in my chest, I tighten my hand around her throat and snake my other hand between us. I rub her clit with my thumb, and when her thighs shake and her entire body quivers, I know she’s close.
I press down with my thumb and she fucking detonates.
June’s eyes squeeze shut, and she throws her head back on a groan. She cries out for God as her pussy tightens around my cock, squeezing the life out of me. Her entire body quivers, and she’s covered in a sheen of sweat, coated in my cum.
She’s never looked so beautiful.
I’m not far behind, groaning out her name with one last thrust, and I empty inside her.
Her arms wind around my neck, and she holds me to her. I rest my head in the crook of her neck, careful not to crush her with my weight, our breaths coming in shallow pants. I don’t pull out, not yet, instead moving against her with a few lazy strokes, needing to draw this moment out as long as I can.
“How is it possible that it was better than before?” she huffs out, her fingers drawing circles across my shoulders.
I press a kiss to her throat, running my thumb along the length of it. Her pulse flutters beneath me. “It’s you. Us. ”
“Has it ever been like this for you?”
“Never.” I take a deep breath, my cock already hardening, ready for another round. “I hope you’re ready for more.” I draw out of her slowly and thrust against her. “I’m just getting started.”