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I nod my head in a yes, and he slaps my asscheek again.

“What was that?”

“Yes!” I keen as his thumb slips inside, the sensation new and exciting. But too quickly, he pulls it away.

“Hmm, I can’t wait.”

I stifle a whine and grip the headboard. Ryker shifts behind me, his workman’s hands kneading the skin of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and opening my pussy so he can admire how wet he’s made me after multiple orgasms.

“I can’t wait to see my cum drip out of you…” He smacks my ass yet again before I feel the tip of his thick cock dragging between my pussy lips. “Can I see it, Ms. Buckley?”

I turn my head to look at him. He’s staring at me intently, his dick in one hand, ready and poised at my entrance, while his other hand strokes my backside. He looks wild with his dark hair mussed, skin slick, and eyes dilated.

I know what he’s asking: He wants to fuck me bare. He knows I’m on birth control—I told him as much—and despite everything, I trust him. I’ve always trusted him. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.

“Yes. I want that,too.”

Ryker’s eyes burn with intensity, then, with one powerful thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself fully inside my pussy. My body jars forward from the motion.

“Fuck!” I cry. He feels so hot, and I feel so full. It’s exactly how I felt yesterday but even better. In this position, I can feel him in ways I couldn’t before. He gently glides out then thrusts back in, all the way to the hilt. “Yes! Just like that.”

He holds my hips and continues with the same rhythm, dragging his cock slowly out before thrusting hard enough that I swear I feel him in my throat.

“Goddamn,” Ryker grunts. “Your pussy is choking my dick.”

He slams back inside me, and this time, he picks up the pace, his hips snapping against my ass and his balls hitting my sensitive pussy at the right angle to brush my swollen clit. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I feel like I’m going to come again already. It’s all too much. He’s too much. In the best way possible.

“Ryker,” I whine. “God, I’m gonna—” My orgasm crashes over me before I can stop it, and Ryker falls forward, his hips quickening their pace as he slams into me, working me through my release.

“Fuck,” he moans. “I’m not gonna last with you squeezing me. It’s so good.”

One of his hands wraps around my waist, and his fingers find my clit, circling it in a slow motion. I cry his name, knowing that if he wasn’t on top of me, I would have snapped my legs closed.

“Be a good girl, and give me one more.” He kisses my shoulder.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he insists, thrusting into me harder. “Come with me. I want to feel your orgasm milk me. I want you to make me come so hard we see stars together.”

“You’re so”—I take a shaky breath—“dirty.” I exhale on a chuckle and push my ass back into him, his length somehow sinking even deeper, if that’s even possible.

“You make me want to say and do dirty things.” He thrusts. “Now come for me, baby. Give me what’s mine.” His dick hits impossibly deep inside me, and my entire body shudders as I come harder than I have tonight—which is saying something.

Ryker lets out a long groan before calling out my name as he explodes inside me. I feel his warm release fill me up, and the floating sensation from before returns to my body as we ride out our orgasms together, my pussy squeezing his cock like he wanted.

Eventually, Ryker’s thrusts slow. The grip he has on my hip loosens but leaves tingles in its wake at how hard he’d been holding me, hard enough I think he left a mark—or marks. He takes a moment to catch his breath then kisses over my shoulders and down my spine. It’s slow and gentle, almost reverent. After he’s had his fill, he slides his softening length from my body. I go to move, but he stops me.

“You said I could watch.”

Goosebumps appear across my skin, and if I wasn’t orgasmed out, I’d have come again by his words alone.

I dare a glance over my shoulder to see Ryker standing like a god at the foot of the bed, his eyes on my pussy. My inner muscles flutter at the sight of him watching me, which causes his warm release to drip from my sex. He groans, and I don’t miss how his glistening cock twitches against his thigh.

When I think he’s finally done looking and my face is burning from his studious gaze, he steps forward and trails a finger up my wet thigh, setting fire to my sensitive skin. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he drags his finger through his semen and pushes it back inside me.

My entire body shudders again, and my head drops to my chest. When Ryker seems satisfied he’s gotten every drop back in, he crawls on the bed and gently guides me onto my side, pulling me into his chest.

For a while, we don’t talk, and all I know is the sound of our breathing and his heartbeat steadily thudding in my ear. Whenmy eyes start to droop and his lips press against my forehead, I force myself awake and look at the old digital clock on the nightstand. It’s almost half past midnight.