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T he door barely has time to close behind us, and already, she’s sliding her jeans off and blessing me by leaving my jersey on.

She steps out of her jeans before jumping against me and wrapping her legs around my waist, and I slide my hands down her thong and to her sexy ass.

She kisses me with enough aggression to fuel a whole damn hockey game, tugging the hem of my shirt impatiently.

My cock swells against her body.

My hand has done the trick these past few weeks just fine, but I’m ready for the opposite of just fine.

I’m ready to black out from feeling her tight pussy wrapped around my dick.

I keep one arm under her ass and grip her nape with the other.

“You’d better be ready to take my cock, Saylor. Because I’m going to fuck you so hard that you may just have to stay in bed all day tomorrow.”

“Is that a promise, Pretty Boy?” she growls, nipping my bottom lip.

“Be careful what you’re asking for,” I coo into her mouth and then swallow her moans.

It’s been too long since I’ve buried myself inside of this woman, and I could probably come in my pants if she pressed her body too snugly against my dick.

I’ve been with a lot of women and had some damn good times and some pretty intense orgasms. I won’t lie and say that I was a virgin before Saylor Sawyer.

What I will say is, she puts them all to shame.

I can barely remember the details of some of my most memorable hookups, and yet I can remember every single noise that she makes and what her different breathing sounds mean.

I know how soft her skin is and how she has a freckle above her belly button.

Every detail of her is engraved in my soul.

Because I can’t stand to wait another second, I slam her down on the kitchen counter and part her legs, stepping between them.

Her hands reach for my face, gripping my cheeks and pulling me closer to her, and she kisses me—with so much aggression that I’m pretty sure my lips are probably going to look like I got punched.

“I missed you,” she groans into my mouth before tugging my bottom lip between her teeth.

“So. Much.”

Reaching between her legs and pushing her thong to the side, I work my fingers inside of her.

Slow but deliberate.

And if she hadn’t already said she missed me with her words, I would have known it by now because her pussy instantly sucks my fingers in, clenching them desperately.

“This greedy pussy missed me, didn’t it?” I growl, starting to finger-fuck her in a rhythm.

She’s soaked, and my mouth is jealous of my fingers right now because there’s nothing better than having my tongue buried between her legs.

“You’re practically dripping all over the countertop, baby,” I say.

She leans back, pressing the back of her head against the cupboard.

“Ryder … fuck.” Her eyes look down through hooded lids as she drinks in the sight of me finger-fucking her.

“It’s so hot … watching you right now.”

“You like watching my fingers wreck you?” I rasp.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her mouth hanging open.

“Of course you do. You’re so slutty for me, baby,” I praise her.

“I can’t wait to slide my dick in and out of this perfect pussy,” I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut because I’m so fucking turned on, just from having my fingers inside of her heat.

“Do you want to watch that too? You want to see my cock fill you so fucking full when your greedy pussy takes this dick?”

“Yes,” she says, though it’s barely heard because she chokes on the word.

“God … yes.”

“Come on my fingers, baby,” I command her.

“If you do that, I’ll stuff you full of my cock, I promise.”

Her back arches, and her eyebrows pull together.

“Ryder,” she cries out, and I know she’s about to come.

When her pussy clenches around my fingers and I feel her start to pulsate, my forehead breaks out in a fucking sweat because it’s so hot.

I’m caught between watching her face while she falls apart and staring down at my fingers as her heat drags them deeper.

“Give it to me, darlin’,” I drawl gruffly.

“Let that pussy cut off the circulation in my fingers. Take everything you need. Consider it yours.”

Her hips thrust against my hand, and she cries out my name, which is music to my fucking ears because it’s hot as hell.

Her hair is a mess, and above her lip has the smallest bit of sweat as she stares at me with crazed eyes as she reaches the peak of her orgasm.

Her chest pulls in as she inhales sharply seconds before her pussy finally stops quivering.

After giving her a few more soft pumps, I gently slide my fingers out of her and trail them up her stomach, over her neck, and to her lips.

“Open,” I murmur, and when she does, I insert my fingers into her mouth.

“Taste how sweet you are. That right there is why I love to have my tongue between your thighs all the time.” I smirk.

“Though I know your greedy tongue would rather be tasting my dick instead. Wouldn’t it, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“I need to.”

“You can wear my jersey while you suck my dick,” I say in a low growl.

“How’s that sound, baby? Is that what this slutty mouth of yours wants? My cock down your throat?”

She doesn’t respond.

Instead, she sits up quickly, scooches off the counter, and stands before me.

“Quit teasing me with your filthy words and take your cock out, Ryder.” She runs her palm over the bulge in my jeans before pushing her hair back.

“ Now .”

I start to undo my jeans, but then I remember the extra-long zip ties in the drawer behind her.

Reaching forward, I pull the drawer open and feel around for the bag of them.

Pulling it out, I take out one and hold it up.

“Turn around. You’re going to rely on my cock to keep you balanced while you blow me.”

Her eyes twinkle, and hurriedly, she spins around.

I lean forward and say into her ear, “Arms behind you, Brat.”

Within seconds, her arms are at the bottom of her back, palms up and ready to be zip-tied.

My dick jolts when I see my last name stretched across her back as she wears my jersey.

Looping the zip tie around her, I tighten it, but not so much that it’ll hurt her skin.

Then I twirl her back to face me.

“On your knees, Saylor,” I command.

“Show my cock how much you missed it.”

She inhales sharply before dropping down and kneeling between me and the counter.

Angling her chin up, with her hands behind her back, she stares up at me, waiting patiently as I push my jeans and briefs down to the floor.

My cock springs free, hard, with veins bulging, desperate to be in her throat.

Leaning forward, she opens her plump lips, but only sucks on the tip.

She may only be teasing the end of my cock with her tongue, but it’s hot enough that when she pulls back, pre-cum beads at the end, and she leans forward, running her tongue over it.

“I don’t know what’s hotter—you on your knees in my jersey, or my cock sliding into your mouth while your hands are bound behind you.” I grunt as she takes me a little deeper, cupping her tongue along the underside of my dick.

“Fuck, baby, you’re going to make me come hard, aren’t you?”

With my dick in her mouth, she gives me a nod, keeping her eyes on me before swallowing me deeper.

Her body rocks, dependent on her legs and the momentum from her mouth against my cock.

I decide I’ll help her out, and I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling it hard in my hand.

“Don’t be shy with it,” I sneer, even though she’s doing a great fucking job.

“Suck my dick, Saylor. Stop playing with me.”

A flash of something ignites in her eyes, and suddenly, she’s sucking my dick with absolute greed.

Deep-throating me and rocking back and forth quickly.

When I lean back, my cock falls from her lips, and she gives me the smallest smirk before spitting on my length and going back to work.

She groans against me, making my balls tingle, and I grip her hair tighter, rocking her back and forth with aggression.

She doesn’t mind though; instead, her moans grow deeper and louder, and I swear to God the girl’s close to coming just from sucking my dick.

When my balls tingle even more, I pull out just in time to yank her to her feet and spin her toward the counter.

With her ass toward me, I shove her chest on the countertop and thrust my cock into her heat.

“Saving my cum for this sweet pussy, baby,” I growl as she cries out in shock.

“Ryder, yes … fuck … me,” she screams. “I’m going to come. I’m …”

I grab her bound wrists with one hand and grip her hair with the other, keeping her cheek against the counter.

She loves it because she’s so fucking greedy for me, and it makes me wild.

Her pussy squeezes my length as she moans loudly, and my dick explodes inside of her.

We’re both high in the fucking clouds—no, on a different fucking planet—while we come together.

My hips roll a few more times, and my vision becomes blurry as my head begins to spin.

I clamp my eyes shut, feeling like I may pass out from pure ecstasy.

Fuck. I missed this woman.

I lie in Ryder’s arms on the rug in front of the fireplace.

The light from the flames illuminates his abdomen—a true work of art—and if between my legs wasn’t already sore from all the ways he just took me …

I’d probably climb on top of him for another round.

Aside from the crackling of the fire, it’s silent in here.

There’s nothing to distract us and nothing to hide behind.

For most of our relationship, we’ve been long distance—me in Charleston and him here.

Not all my reasons for moving back home involved Ryder, but he certainly was a huge factor when I made the final decision.

What if he’s changed his mind about us now that I’m actually here?

I mean, everyone knows that guys like girls who aren’t too available.

My moving back here might have come off as clingy.

I don’t want that to scare him away.

There I go, making it a me problem when there isn’t even a damn issue yet.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, staring up at the ceiling.

“That pretty little brain’s working overtime right now—I can tell.”

“Just thinking about how good it feels to be home.” I pause, instantly feeling my cheeks heat because I didn’t mean home as in his house, but the way I said it, someone might as well paint stage-five clinger on my forehead and call me the redhead in Wedding Crashers .

“You know, like, back in Maine.”

I watch the smirk tug at his lips.

“Yeah, well, I can’t believe you’re here. And not just for a visit, but, like, here for good,” he says, his fingers running up and down my bare skin.

“You surprised the hell out of me, Brat.”

“That was the plan,” I say proudly.

“Glad I pulled it off. Just so you know, I’m typically the worst at keeping secrets. I used to give my parents their Christmas presents early because I couldn’t stand the wait. So, to not tell you the past few days?” I giggle, patting his chest. “You should be proud of me for that.”

“Oh, I am.” He chuckles before pausing.

“What’s this mean for us though? Because just so you know … I’d love it if you moved in here. With me … at my house.”

A younger me—and by younger, I mean, six months ago, maybe less—would have packed my bags before he even knew I had left the room.

I’d plan out our future in my brain and let my imagination do its thing and paint a perfect picture of our life together.

I’ve learned though, sometimes, it’s best to take things slow.

Especially the things that matter to you.

I know that Ryder isn’t like the other guys I’ve dated simply because of the way he treats me, but I don’t want to go from zero to one hundred in a few weeks, specifically when there is no rush.

I flip onto my stomach and gaze up at him, pressing a kiss to his abdomen.

“As tempting as that sounds, I actually found a small apartment right near the hospital.” I search his face, promptly finding disappointment.

“Trust me, I want to say yes more than anything. I’d love to stay with you—I really would.”

“But?” he whispers, his hand on my back.

“But there’s no rush. We only just decided we wanted to give this thing a shot a few weeks ago, and aside from our random times of meeting up, we haven’t spent a great deal of time together.” I reach up, stroking his cheek.

“Let’s not skip steps, okay? I’ve done that before—I always did it actually.” I kiss his rock-hard stomach before setting my chin down on it.

“This—us—well, it means a lot to me. I want to do it right—that’s all.”

“You’ll stay the night though sometimes, right?” he asks, his eyes looking down at me as the light from the flames flashes along his sharp jawline.

“Well, duh.” I slide my leg over his body before pulling myself on top of him.

With our stomachs aligned, his cock pushes against my pelvic bone.

“And just so you know, I plan to make many late-night dick calls to you, big guy.” I kiss his jaw.

“I hope you’re ready for me to be living five minutes from you because I can be a little needy …”

His cock jumps between us, even though I think I’ve made him come at least twice already tonight.

His arms wrap around my waist, and he tilts his face up toward mine.

“We need to eat dinner, but now you’ve gone and made my dick hard,” he murmurs, moving his hands down to grip my ass.

“So, dinner or fuck?”

Bringing my hips up before positioning my entrance right at the tip of his cock, I look down at him with a playful smirk on my lips.

“How about fuck … and then dinner?”

“Perfect, baby,” he coos grittily.

“Good choice. Now … ride.”

It doesn’t matter that I’m sore and that I’ve had more than enough orgasms for one night because when he tells me to ride, I do exactly as told, sinking down onto his length.

I ride his dick like it’s mine because …

it is. And now that I’m back in Maine, I can have it anytime I want.