For some reason, he’s good with me. He understands what I need and I’m so glad that I’m here with him, a man who wants to take care of me. Who wants to make this moment memorable. It could have been so much worse.
I don’t know how awful his ex-stepfather really is. If he’s the monster Ryder claims him to be, but I don’t care right now. Because right now, I only care about our bodies being locked together.
“It feels so deep, like I’m going to break in half,” I tell him. My arms wrap around his neck and I bury my face in his shoulder. The feeling is desperate and raw, my breath shortens as I am filled by him.
“That means you’re about to come,” he tells me, nibbling my ear.
“It never feels like this,” I tell him. And it doesn’t because when the orgasm arrives it’s like a steamroller has gone to town in my core. My pussy begs for relief but it’s only getting more of a tidal wave.
I scream louder than I expect, my legs wrapping around Ryder tightly, not wanting to let go as I moan over and over again, my body unraveling against him.
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that, I’m gonna come in you too,” he growls.
And he does, his cock explodes, releasing a fountain of come inside me. It feels so good. Ryder makes me feel so beautiful and alive. And to be filled with his manhood, with his seed, a sensation of desire covering me. I know I’m on birth control but this moment feels reckless and full of possibility.
“Don’t stop moving,” I tell him, wanting our bodies to grind against one another now and forever. Wanting our bodies to move in this rhythm until the end of time. Or at least until the sun rises.
I move against him, my clit on fire and my body exhausted. I don’t want to stop. Ever.
“That was perfect,” I moan, gasping for breath. “The perfect first time.”
Ryder smiles down at me, kissing my nose, my cheeks, my forehead. “Good, after you leave tomorrow, I never want you to forget me.”
The idea of forgetting him seems impossible. But so is the idea that I am leaving tomorrow, and this one-off experience will be over.
“I’m not ready for the night to end,” I admit.
He raises his eyebrows. “How about we rehydrate and then come back for some more dessert?” he asks.
“I don’t even know what kind of dessert we would have after we just did that.”
“Justine, there’s a lot more ways we can have that ice cream and shortbread. I promise.”
I lick my lips, satiated, and my belly full. And I can’t imagine taking another bite.
But then Ryder pulls his cock from my pussy and I frown, already hating to be apart.
Well, in that case...
My eyes twinkle in delight.
I guess there’s nothing wrong with having another helping of something sweet.Chapter 12RyderI wake with Justine naked in my arms. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the soft vanilla scent of her shampoo and wondering how on God’s green Earth I’ll be able to go back to an empty bed after having one night of exquisite bliss with her.
“Mmhmm,” she moans softly, waking up. Her legs are threaded with mine and our bodies are wrapped in the tangled sheets—we are the remains of a night fueled by sex.
“Are you a coffee person?” I ask.
“With cream.”
“Cream, huh?” I ask, sliding my hand between her thighs. Her tight cunt is nice and wet, and I’d like to think it’s because she spent her sleeping hours dreaming of me.
“You’re so bad, Ryder.”
But then her hand finds my morning wood, and she holds my shaft, feeling it grow against her.
“You start playing with that, you are going to have to make good on your promises,” I tell her, closing my eyes as she moves lower on the mattress. Her ass in the air, her face covered in a sheet, and her mouth... it wraps around my cock, and she begins to suck me.
“Woman,” I groan, not expecting to wake up to this treat. Last night we showered together, washing sex from our bodies, before falling to the floor and fucking in front of the fire.
We fucked until we were raw and ragged. We fucked with abandon and desire; as if the idea that it would all be over soon felt too painful to acknowledge. So, instead, we fucked until we fell asleep, knowing we’d wake to a goodbye.
But I guess Justine’s not ready to walk away.
God knows I’m not.
And her tongue runs over my rigid length, her hands fondling my balls, and my cock hitting the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, knowing her mouth was made to suck me if she can do it this well on the first go around. With my eyes closed, I think about her wet, tight pussy, her perfect cunt taking my cock.