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That’s what my tombstoneis going to read, and I don’t even care. That’s what I want it to read.

“Ryker!” I practically scream. “I can’t take it anymore,please.”

He sucks at the skin of my inner thigh as my hands grip the comforter. He’s made me come three times already, arecord for me in such a short amount of time. The only person who’s ever been able to make me come like this is me—with the help of my trusty wand.

“Please what, baby?” He licks my clit, and his long fingers that found their way inside me after my first orgasm sink deeper in, brushing my G-spot.

“I need you to fuck me like you said. Please, please, please.” I arch off the bed as he starts to move his fingers faster, the wet noise of my arousal crude as he fucks me with them.

“Hmm, you want choice C now, Ms. Buckley?”

Ms. Buckley. It sounds so much better coming from his lips while he’s giving me endless orgasms than it has any time before. “Yes, please. I need it. I need you.”

“Come again, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he insists.

“Ryk—” His name fades as he suctions my clit back into his mouth. It’s swollen and sensitive to the point I’d jackknife off the bed if he wasn’t pinning me down with his free hand. He hums around my clit as his fingers fuck me faster, going deeper inside me as he adds a third, stretching me wider.

“Come for me, I know you want to,” he taunts, his voice playful and rough. Ugh, god. Why does he have to be playful in bedandgood at giving orgasms? I’m never going to want to let this man go.

Ryker’s fingers curl, and he scrapes his teeth gently over my clit as he hits the perfect spot inside me that builds a pressure I’ve never felt before low in my stomach.

“Oh shit, I—”Am I going to do what I think I’m going to do?

“Come on, Ms. Buckley,” he taunts. “I’ll give you extra credit if you soak my beard.”

My entire body seizes, and I feel my orgasm on the brink of exploding, my eyes spotting as he flicks my clit with his tongue.

Given everything that’s happened over the last day, that shouldn’t have been hot. His dirty words should not be what sends me over the edge—“Oh, Ryker!”

He thrusts his fingers deep and sucks my clit hard.

I shatter.

Warm wetness floods down my thighs, my entire body shakes, and a scream I didn’t think I was possible of making leaves my lips, most likely waking up Ezra and anyone close to our room. I should be embarrassed, but my entire body is shaking, and I feel as if I’m floating like a bubble in the summer air.

“That’s my girl.” Ryker’s voice penetrates my blissed-out haze. His tongue laps at my thighs before he’s kissing up my body. His nude form is slick and heavy against mine, but I love the feel of him as he lays gently on top of me, his thick and weeping cock searing my skin.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

I suck in a breath, and he tucks a piece of damp hair behind my ear as my eyes open to meet his. He’s grinning wide, his well-trimmed beard wet and lips pink from his time between my thighs.

“Looks like I got that extra credit,” I say, my voice hoarse.

He chuckles then kisses me, slipping his tongue inside, sharing a taste of my cum with me before pulling back. “Touch me,” he commands softly.

I don’t waste a second before I dig my fingers into his damp hair, tugging on the ends that stick to the nape of his neck. He grunts into my mouth as his dick twitches against me. He kisses me deeper, and I feel some of his precum against my skin. I need to have him inside me again, thrusting and moving so deep I’ll feel him for days.

I release one of my hands from his hair and score my nails down his back, arching into him so my soaked pussy slides over his length. “Fuck me, Ryker.”

He almost growls, tugging my bottom lip and biting down gently before our eyes meet. “Get on your knees and grab the headboard.”

Ryker’s body weight moves from mine, and he helps me up onto my knees. I place my hands on the flimsy headboard and arch my ass back to him as if I’m presenting it to him as a gift. His hand skates down my spine, sending shivers wracking through me. Then he gently slaps my butt, and I squeal.

“Someday, I want to take you here.” He spits, wet saliva dripping between my crease before he presses his wet thumb to my back entrance. My head drops to my chest, and I lean in to the pressure. “Would you like that?”