Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left,” I murmured as I curled my fingers in his hair.
Ryder pushed up my shirt over my breasts, his erection pressing against my thigh through his jeans.
“It was torture being without you… your body,” he said as he let his eyes roam over my figure. His hand moved around to my back to unclasp my bra, helping me slip it off along with my shirt. With darkening eyes, he let his fingertips drift up my side to make me shiver. “I’m not waiting another damn minute.”
I gasped as his lips wrapped around one of my nipples, heat moving throughout my entire body. I pulled him closer by the sleeves of his shirt, feeling his thigh slip between my legs and press against my center. With a needy whimper, I started grinding myself against his jeans, drinking in the pleasure from the friction.
“Oh, yeah. That’s hot. Ride my thigh, baby,” Ryder told me before sucking on my other nipple.
I held tight to him as I continued my motions, a throbbing sensation erupting between my thighs. I wanted more. Needed more.
“Too many clothes,” I breathed out, wishing our pants weren’t in the way.
“Say less,” Ryder replied before undoing my jeans and stripping them and my panties off me. He immediately resumed his position, pinning me against the tree and grabbing my ass to help me grind against him.
The friction of his jeans against my clit nearly made my head spin. How could it feel so damn good? I fisted his shirt, whimpering and gasping with need.
“Oh… fuck, Ryder. I’m gonna come,” I told him, already feeling my orgasm approach. I was that pent up for him.
Ryder mouthed at my neck and collar bone, digging his fingers into my ass to help me grind into him harder and faster.
“Make yourself come. Do it for me,” he growled, his breath on my skin making me shudder.
A desperate whine broke from me as I pressed my clit against his thigh one more time before falling apart. My legs shook as I leaned against his chest, shuddering and moaning as my orgasm took hold of me.
Ryder wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as I trembled through the aftershocks of pure euphoria. He pressed a lingering kiss against my lips before caressing my cheek.
“I owe you a thousand orgasms from all the time we’ve spent apart,” Ryder told me in a low voice that made more heat stir in my stomach. “Now, I want you to come on my cock. Think you can handle that?”
I could handle anything right now.
“Take me. Hard. Fast. However,” I pleaded him, not caring how needy I sounded.
Ryder grinned in eagerness before taking off the rest of his clothes. He laid his flannel shirt out on the ground.
“Hands and knees,” he said as he fisted his hard cock, stroking from base to tip.
I immediately got down on the ground, turning to peer over my shoulder at him. Excitement shuddered through me as I took in the quiet woods surrounding us. Anyone could catch us, but I didn’t care. They would have to settle for a show because there was no way in hell that I was going to stop now.
Ryder knelt down behind me, placing one hand on my hip to steady me as he pushed into me with one smooth thrust. When he bottomed out, he lowered his head for a second, tensing his jaw.
“You feel so fucking good,” he gritted out.
My arms threatened to shake as he started rocking in and out of me, my moans echoing through the trees.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as he picked up his pace, going right to pounding into me. I didn’t need slow and patient right now. I wanted to feel everything he wanted to give me.
Ryder reached down and grabbed the back of my neck, forcing my upper body down and keeping my ass lifted. He groaned as he peered down at me, admiring my form as he thrusted in and out of me.
“I’ve missed this. You take me so well,” he told me before spanking my right cheek. “If I could, I’d mark you up as mine. All mine.”
His possessiveness spurred me on, heat and pressure building more and more in the bottom of my stomach and between my thighs.
“Make me yours,” I pleaded him, wanting him to claim me.
Ryder pulled me back up on my hands before reaching around and wrapping his fingers around my throat in a possessive hold.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked as he switched to slow, deep strokes.
“You,” I breathed out, my eyes threatening to roll back as my breathing grew shallower. It felt so good, though. The pain from his spanks and the constriction from his hand around my throat made me want to come right then and there, but I knew that he wanted to command me.