Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Grab your tits, Tillie. Play with your nipples,” he orders, his voice dark.
“Oh, God…”
“Do it.”
I do, pulling on them, rolling them between my fingers, stretching them to the point of pain. At the same time, I feel his fingers pushing inside of me. My head goes back in pleasure as he begins working my pussy. I’m so wet the room echoes with the sound of him finger fucking me.
“Going to… going to… come,” I whine as I already explode, cum gushing out so strong that I feel it sliding against his fingers as I ride his hand shamelessly, still working my nipples like I promised.
Then, his hands are gone and the loss of something to ride as I try to hold onto my orgasm is so painful, I cry out.
“Shh… I got you, baby. I got you,” he purrs.
He does, too, because I don’t even get a chance to respond before his cock is impaling me, slamming into me so hard it completely takes my breath. He goes balls deep inside of me, my ass slapping against him as he doesn’t even give me time to adjust. He just rides me hard. Slamming into me, sliding out of me, and then returning with just as much force.
He’s using my body, taking what he needs like a man possessed and God, it’s out of this world incredible. All of it. Everything about this man. The way his hand is bruising my hip in his hold, the feel of his hot breath against my back and neck as he mercilessly rides me, and the way his cock is so big and wide that when he’s fully entrenched inside of me, I can’t even breathe. It’s all beautiful. Then, it gets even better as his fingers, still wet from fucking me, push into my ass.
“Oh, God. Oh, God, oh God.” I chant the words, scattered, broken because he’s slamming into me so hard that I can barely hold on. With each thrust he moves my whole body up on the bed. There’s nothing gentle about him and I love it.
“Play with your pussy, baby. Get yourself there because I’m about to blow and when I do, you’re going to be so full of my cum you’re going to taste me for a fucking year.”
“Please.”
That’s all I can say. That’s all I can manage because it’s all too much. Ryder’s coarse words and rough voice in my ear, the feel of his cock hammering in and out of me, and his fingers fucking my ass, stretching me, and filling me so completely that I may die from the pleasure—it’s all just too much. I barely do more than skirt my fingers over my throbbing clit and I rocket off again. My pussy sucking against Ryder’s cock demanding his cum and he gives it to me.
He gives it all.
He didn’t lie. It’s so powerful that each forceful stream is like a physical touch deep inside of me. He paints my womb, hitting spots that I didn’t even know were possible and all I can do is ride it out. There’s nothing I can do but let him take his pleasure as I get mine.
His hand leaves my hip and I feel a tug on my hair, forcing me to turn my head to the side and then his lips are on mine. His tongue forces its way in my mouth, and he conquers me there—just like he has the rest of my body. I am his. He continues thrusting inside me, never leaving my body, but taking what he needs without stop and I close my eyes enjoying not only that, but also the way his fingers are still stretching my ass and his hand goes back to holding my hip and his groin repeatedly pushes and retreats against my ass—not as fierce but just as delicious. Then, it gets impossibly better. He begins nuzzling my neck.
“Mine,” he says, his voice raw and unfiltered. My eyes close from the sensations that gives me.
God, I love Ryder Monroe—completely and irrevocably love him.
Ryder
One Week Later
I look around the locker room while I pull on my shirt, wishing like hell I was back in Wyoming. I’m only half hearing Slater as he talks. He’s telling me all about Ida Sue getting arrested and how her court date is coming up. I space out. I don't mean to, but I can't even bring myself to pretend to listen. Since I had to leave Tillie, I haven't been able to keep my mind on anything other than how much I miss her.
I want her here with me. I knew I would miss her. I did. Jesus, saying goodbye felt like a part of me was being cut away and even though she tried to hide it, I could see the unshed tears shining in her eyes… and that killed me.