Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
DAPHNE
When we got to my apartment, all the tension of the last day fell from my body. I was stuck with Ryder for the next few days. I walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough, there were hired guns hanging by the trees. How cliche. I rolled my eyes and pondered something illicit.
“Daphne? What now?”
Instead of turning around, I opened the windows wide. “We’re going to give them a show. That will show them we are serious about this.”
“What do you mean?”
I shrugged. “You want to have sex?”
He blinked at me. “What?”
“Fuck me?” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head.
Okay. I might be a liar. I always wanted to have sex when I was stressed out, and I was definitely stressed out right now. “Just promise me one thing: please make me come.”
“Let’s go to your . . . bedroom?” he said, but his eyes were locked onto my breasts. I stuck out my tongue and jiggled one teat.
“No. Here.” I shimmied my pants down and shook my ass a bit.
I hope those assholes had binoculars or something.
Ryder was still frozen in the same spot he had been in.
I smirked as I stepped closer to him. I didn’t need to kiss him; maybe we could have a no-kissing rule like in that movie.
Dropping to my knees, I caressed his throbbing bulge. His hand slipped into my hair.
“Daphne?”
Looking up at him, I batted my eyes as I unzipped his pants. “We need to give them a good show.”
Once I opened his pants, his joystick popped out and bounced onto his abs.
I reached out and marveled at the throbbing velvety shaft.
My fingers trailed down the bulging vein before slicking my tongue over the tip of the head.
He groaned and pushed my head down his rod.
My hands reached out and gripped the sides of his thighs as I struggled to find my rhythm.
He released my head, and I pulled off. My hand jerked as I looked up. “You okay?” I asked.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he grunted.
“Turn to the side; I want them to see this.”
He hummed, and we repositioned ourselves.
My mouth wrapped around his skin flute once more and I laved up and down.
Arousal soared through me as he groaned and moaned.
HIs fingers fluttered around my neck and head, but he didn’t try to control me again.
When his breaths quickened, he pulled me off as he jerked my head back by my hair. “I have a better idea now. Get naked.”
I nodded and stood up. I quickly slipped out of my panties and my bra. His eyes appreciated every curve of my body, and my cheeks warmed with sudden embarrassment. He grabbed my hand and walked me to the window. My brow furrowed as I looked at him. “What’s your idea?”
His hands slipped to my waist, and the other slipped between my legs. “How strong are your windows?” He groaned. “You’re so wet.”
I shrugged. “I don’t really know.”
“Can your magic bolster them?”
My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “Yeah,” I said.
Ryder grinned, and my heart leapt for a different reason other than my dripping pussy.
He dug his fingers into my waist as he pushed me into the window.
Mafia fuckers, get your eyes on this. He spread my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist as he held me against the glass.
My fingers glowed as I pushed strength into the cells of the glass.
He pushed me down onto his hard cock and I was shocked at how easily he slipped into me.
No struggling like some of my exes. He pushed deep into me, and I gasped at the feeling of fullness.
He leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him.
“We can have sex, but if we kiss, it makes it real. Or whatever.”
Through gritted teeth, he nodded. “I guess.”
“Kiss my neck. Or bite me.”
He leaned forward and licked and sucked my neck. More shots of desire pulsed through me and I wiggled against his pelvis. “Fuck me now.”
He nodded as he shifted inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck while I kept pushing my magic through my back.
It would make it harder to come, but I would suffer through it.
As he pounded me, I extended my senses towards the goons.
Sure enough, they were enjoying the show a lot.
Ryder’s motion shifted, and it hit me perfectly.
I gasped, and all my attention focused on him.
He was pistoning inside me so quickly and I dug my nails into his shoulders.
His movements became erratic, and he groaned as he stopped at the bottom.
His hot seed coated my insides. My shoulders sagged when I realized he was done.
While still inside me, he carried me to my couch and laid me down on my back.
He pulled out and looped my legs over his shoulders.
Before I could ask him what he was doing, his tongue licked up my labia before splitting it.
My eyes widened in shock. All the paranormals and monsters I had ever fucked in all my years never went down on me after coming inside me.
His tongue found my clit, and he sucked hard.
My eyes rolled back into my head as pure pleasure pounded me.
All the good feelings from the sex started to amp up higher and higher until all I could do was twitch, rock, and push into his face.
The sounds I was starting to make were a combination of moans and squeaks as he found a new way to touch and lick me.
His hands gripped my hips hard, the slight press of pain surging more and more pleasure through me.
His fingers pushed into me, and the sounds of it filled the room.
A pulse of shame and arousal fought inside me until I was at the very brink of my pleasure.
I was almost there. He growled into my pussy and he pushed another finger inside me.
For a human, he was amazing at this. The pressure inside me burst as I flailed against the couch.
There was screaming. Oh shit, that was me as more pussy juices dripped onto his face, hand, and my thighs.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed as it ripped harder and harder, not stopping, not fading, and Ryder wasn’t stopping either.
He kept licking and finger-fucking until I finally careened into the finish.
My legs were flickering as my body was attempting to get right again.
Pushing my foot into his head, he leaned back on his heels.
With a smirk on his face, he looked at me. “Did you come?”
I blinked and scowled. “Yeah, I did.”
“Good. You ready to go to bed?”
I barely had my wits about me right now. My eyes darted to the window. We would have to share the same bed now. Fuck. That ruined my good mood post-orgasm. “Yeah, but no funny business.”
“You don’t want me to wake you up with my mouth on your cunt?” he asked.
I growled as I stomped to my room to find my pajamas. It was going to be a lonnnng fake engagement.
Or I hope it was fake.
Every moment with him was putting me on the edge. I had a feeling that this may not be as fake as I thought it was.