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In the back seat of the SUV, Ryder’s hand rests on my thigh.

My body vibrates, and every single cell in my freaking being anxiously waits for Ryder’s driver to arrive at his house.

I should care more about my self-respect than the orgasm this man is about to give me, but right now, I don’t.

I’ll be a badass bitch after I come.

Hopefully multiple times.

The voice in my head keeps telling me this is wrong and that I promised myself I’d be stronger than this.

I’d learn to love myself and enjoy being alone.

That I’d stop banging my brother’s friends.

The voice in my brain might belong to a loud bitch, but when I’m being pounded by Ryder Cambridge, she’d better shut the hell up.

We’re almost to his road now, and his hand has slowly worked its way up higher and higher on my thigh.

Even through my jeans, I’m sure he can feel the heat pumping from between my legs.

I’m soaked, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

As his palm cups my heat, my brain grows fuzzy with pure desperation, and before I realize it, we’re pulling in front of his house.

Lifting his hand from my leg, he slides out of the SUV first, and slowly, I duck out behind him.

Within seconds, my shaky legs are leading me behind him as we walk toward his front door.

Pushing the door open, he holds it before jerking his chin forward.

“What are you waiting for, Brat? I know you’re wet; I could feel it through your jeans.”

“Am not,” I lie as he closes the door behind me.

Unzipping my jacket, I gaze around his house before tossing it onto the back of a chair.

I’ve been here a few times, but never when it was just the two of us.

And certainly never with the intention of getting naked.

“It was hot in the car, and I’ve had a few drinks.”

I smirk playfully, but when he struts toward me, his eyes glimmering with amusement, I swallow roughly because it’s obvious he’s not messing around tonight.

When he reaches me, he grips my chin lightly.

“You know, I have something to fill this sassy mouth with.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

“I have something for you to swallow too.”

Between my throbbing legs and my weak knees, I can barely muster up any words to say back, but somehow, I manage.

“I don’t swallow,” I utter, tipping my chin up slightly.

“You will tonight,” he says with such certainty that I should punch him, but instead, the heat in my belly, spreading to my thighs, only grows.

“And you’ll thank me after too.”

“Says who?” I narrow my eyes.

“The man who has the cock you want to come all over,” he muses.

“What do you say, Brat? A favor for a favor.” He dips his face closer to mine, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

“When I said I needed to fuck you out of my system, I also meant this mouth.” A low groan escapes his lips, and he hisses, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fucked my own hand, imagining I was wrecking your throat?”

No, I have no idea.

I don’t give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud and thinking I care, but truthfully, I had no idea he ever thought of me like that.

Well, aside from the one night we spent together.

My nipples harden at the thought of him jerking himself off to me, and he notices my desperation because his smirk only broadens.

“Show me,” I whisper.

Pleasure flashes in his eyes.

“You want to watch me stroke my cock the way I do when I’m thinking about you, Saylor?” He grumbles the words.

“Is that it?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Show me what you do when you’re thinking about me. And in return, I’ll suck your dick.”

A hiss erupts from deep in his throat at my words.

His hand moves to my neck, and he caresses my skin with his fingertips, digging them in slightly.

“And you’ll be a good girl and swallow my cum the way I know, deep down, you want to?” he tosses back boldly, shrugging.

“Deal, babe? Or do I need to go in the shower and fuck my hand all alone?”

“Deal,” I whisper, wetting my lips.

“I thought so.” He smirks arrogantly before swiping his thumb across my bottom lip once more.

“I just knew you’d be a good girl for me.”

Gone is the sweet Ryder who followed me around like a puppy dog.

Replacing him is a confident, sexy man who knows what he wants and will take nothing less.

And I don’t even think I’m mad about it.

Leaning my back against the kitchen counter, I challenge him.

“Go on; take your dick out for me and show me exactly what you do when you’re thinking about me.”

Even in the dimly lit kitchen, his eyes twinkle with heat.

Before long, his jeans and briefs are at his ankles, and his palm is wrapped around his huge cock.

My mouth waters—so much that I feel like I’m drowning—as I watch him pump himself, never taking his eyes off of me.

“I pretend I’m driving my dick deep inside of you, Brat.” The sentence comes out in a tortured grunt.

“Sometimes, I picture you on your knees, taking me deep into your throat like the greedy girl I know you are.”

He continues pumping himself, driving me absolutely wild.

“The other day, I came all over my hand, and I imagined it was your face. You looked so fucking pretty, covered in my cum.”

An unsubtle moan spills from my lips, and I can’t hold back any longer.

Dropping to my knees before him, I gaze up, opening my mouth wide.

The veins in his neck bulge as his body stiffens seconds before he guides himself between my lips.

Right away, I feel the salty taste of pre-cum, and I lap the end of his dick with greed.

As I take him deeper, my mouth soaking the length of his dick, my head feels dizzy.

I’m practically frothing at the mouth, sucking his cock.

The area between my legs tingles, to the point where it’s damn near painful as my body begs for my own release.

“That’s it,” Ryder’s deep voice rasps as he stares down at me with hooded eyes.

“You’re taking this cock so well, baby.”

Dear.

Fucking. God. Could this man get any hotter?

I’ve had my dick sucked more times than I can count.

Most women knew what they were doing, and they did it pretty damn well.

This? This blow job is out of this fucking world.

And part of what makes it so fucking extravagant is how turned on Saylor is while she’s blowing me.

I mean, fuck, some of the sounds coming from this girl’s mouth are enough to make me blow my load right now.

Pulling out, I drag my cock down her chin and across her neck.

“Feel that?” I groan.

“Feel how fucking soaked my cock is? All from that hot little mouth of yours.”

Dragging it back to her face, I rub the tip across her cheek before sliding between her lips again.

Her suction is strong, and her tongue is so perfectly warm and wet, begging me to fuck her throat.

So, that’s what I do.

Thrusting my hips, I push my cock deeper into the back of her throat before pulling out again.

I reach behind her and fist her hair in my hand, pulling it roughly.

“God, I love fucking your throat,” I growl.

“I could do this all fucking night.”

She moans loudly against my dick, and when I gaze down, I notice her hips are rolling even though there’s nothing to roll into.

She’s so fucking turned on right now, and I love it.

“For someone who said she didn’t swallow, you’re sucking pretty hard, just begging for my cock to explode down that tight throat of yours,” I muse.

“Careful, babe. I might need to give you a taste of me.”

I’m close, though I don’t want this to end yet.

It feels too fucking good, and I’ve waited for so long.

To be honest, I’m not even sure this isn’t a dream.

I tighten my grip on her hair, forcing her gaze upward.

“Look at me while you worship my thick cock.”

Seconds after the words leave my lips, her body practically convulses, and her suction around my dick becomes sloppy.

She whimpers, though I can tell she’s trying to hide it.

Her eyes are dancing with fucking chaos, and her moans make my cock jolt because they are so fucking hot.

When she breathes heavier, it hits me that …

she just came in her pants.

She came in her pants from sucking my dick.

At what could be the hottest realization I’ve ever experienced, my cock explodes like a rocket, shooting my cum right down her tight throat.

Through my body shivers, I keep my grip tight on her hair.

I swear to fuck that I black out for a few seconds, especially when the girl who said she didn’t swallow graciously swallows me down without so much as a tremble.

She pulls back, letting my cock slide from her mouth before she stares up at me through her lashes.

She looks spent, but that didn’t count.

No, I didn’t bring her here just to have her suck my cock and then leave.

I need to fuck her.

Hard.

“Up,” I growl, jerking my chin upward.

“I’m going to make you come.” I pause, unable to stop my smirk.

“Again.”

Her cheeks are already red from what she just did, but somehow, the shade turns even deeper.

“What?” She pushes herself to her feet and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You’re the one who came. You’re just lucky I decided to be nice and swallow.”

“We both know you don’t do things you don’t want to do.” I shake my head.

“You swallowed because you wanted to, babe.” I swipe my thumb over her cheek.

“And I’m not the only one who came. You came while you had my dick down your throat because you were so turned on. And I gotta be honest with you—it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” My smirk broadens.

“Or heard.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, scowling at me.

“Did not.” She swallows before reaching down and touching the hem of her shirt.

“Are you going to fuck me? Or are you going to keep stroking your own ego, talking about how much you turn me on?” She shrugs coldly.

“Because I have to tell you, it’s getting a little old, Pretty Boy.”

I take one step to close the gap between us, and without warning, I rip her shirt over her head.

“Unbutton your jeans, sweetheart,” I utter before unclasping her bra and unleashing her beautiful, big tits.

Before she has the chance to push her pants down, I lean down and put my head between her tits.

They smother my face, and I fucking love it.

If I died right now, what a place to be, wedged between her plump breasts.

Lifting my head, I kiss her roughly.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I growl into her mouth.

“Especially when you’re being sassy with me, playing it off like your mouth isn’t slutty for my cock.”

She shoves me backward, glaring playfully up at me.

“You know what? You seem to have forgotten that you practically begged me to come here. Seems as though someone has lost their manners.”

My eyes shift down when I see movement as she pushes her jeans off, leaving her only in a thong.

Taking a step back, she heads out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

It doesn’t matter that I just came in her sweet mouth; I’m already hard again at the sight of her thick ass in her skimpy thong.

“I think I’ll explore the house a little bit, Pretty Boy,” she coos over her shoulder.

With every step she takes, her ass jiggles, making me want to drive my face into it and eat her so hard that she begs me to slow down.

I don’t know what her plan is, but you can bet I follow her like the pathetic man she turns me into as she heads deeper into the house.

Stopping at my office door, she frowns.

“Too boring,” she says before continuing to walk until she stops at my bedroom door.

“Too … safe.” She walks around the corner in the hallway, stopping at the huge picture window that looks into my workout room.

A mischievous grin stretches her lips, and she grips the doorframe, looking back at me.

“This looks fun, Cambridge. Are you up for a workout?”

My dick jumps, and I don’t care that I’m walking through my house, completely bare-assed.

If it means I’m one step closer to burying my dick inside of Saylor, I’d walk through a fucking shopping mall naked if it meant I could stick my cock inside of her after.

She makes it inside before me, and when I spot her, she’s walking between the different pieces of equipment.

Her tits are on full display, and I fucking drool at the sight of her in my workout room, practically naked.

“Lie back,” she purrs, running her hand down the upholstery of the bench.

Stepping forward, I sink down onto the bench and lie back, keeping it at a slight incline.

My cock stands tall, glistening just for her, as she stares down at me with hooded eyes before running her hand up my thigh.

“Look at your cock, hard as steel even though you just came in my mouth.” She tsks me.

“Looks like my pussy might not be the only thing that’s slutty here. You seem quite desperate for more, Cambridge.”

Holy.

Fucking. Shit.

She’s being bossy, and I fucking love it.

“Oh, I am,” I practically pant, thinking about all the possible things she may do to me.

Maybe she’s going to ride my dick or sit right on my face.

I really don’t know.

What I don’t expect is for her to lean forward and spit on my length, soaking it completely.

Running her palm up and down it, she looks satisfied.

“Now, you’re ready for me.”

Jesus Christ. I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven, and when my dick drips with pre-cum, I know my cock thinks this is heaven too.

Pulling her panties down, she lets them fall to the floor before she throws one leg over my body and straddles me, hovering her pussy over my aching cock.

She’s so fucking hot, and my dick is painfully hard already, but when she slowly lowers herself down onto me, pushing her tits forward as she stretches around my thick cock, I swallow a groan because I’m so fucking turned on that my mind is going blank.

Her pretty pink nipples pebble, and I prepare myself to watch her tits bounce while she rides me because I know I’ll have to internally talk myself through not coming instantly.

“Fuck, Saylor,” I say gruffly.

“Your pussy feels so good, wrapped around my cock.” I reach up, cupping her tits.

“And these fucking tits?” I hiss loudly.

“So. Fucking. Sexy. I need to fuck them sometime.”

“You talk too much—has anyone ever told you that?” she says, bringing a finger to my lips.

“Just relax, would you? Let me fuck your cock.”

Her hips start rolling, and her tits bounce with every thrust of her hips as she takes my cock deeper inside of her pussy.

Back and forth, up and down, she rides me, and I do my best to keep my fucking mouth shut even though it’s damn near impossible.

She’s soaked already, making my dick glide deeper and deeper with each thrust. I grit my teeth to stop myself from saying something or groaning because it feels so fucking amazing, having her fuck me this way.

“You like that?” she says, surprising me, seeing as she just told me I talked too much.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I grunt.

“You take my dick so well, baby. Riding it like a fucking pro.”

“You’re so deep,” she barely chokes out, bouncing harder against me.

“Fuck … I’m going to come.”

She attempts to look at me, but her eyes are hooded and glazed over.

Her mouth falls open, and her bouncing becomes quicker, but more erratic.

“Ah …” she moans, biting her lip.

“Fuck …”

“Drip all over the bench for me, Brat.” I grab her hips, thrusting harder.

“Show me how good it feels. I want to see it.”

When she tosses her hair back, her chin darts upward, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

She doesn’t just moan; she fucking screams, and when she does, my balls draw up so fucking quickly.

Within seconds, my dick is shooting cum deep inside of her heat.

I pull her chest down onto me, biting her neck while her pussy squeezes my cock and my dick continues to pulsate.

Her body trembles just as I shudder, and as we lie there in silence for a few moments, trying to regain ourselves, I can’t help but think …

How the fuck will tonight ever be enough?