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My eyes watered, but I didn’t care. Witnessing him come undone because of me fueled my determination. He let me withdraw to his tip, and when I started sinking, he again pushed my head farther until my throat constricted around his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, thrusting deeper. “Take it all.”

My pussy wept when he took control. Unable to take the throbbing, I circled my clit with one finger.

“Fuck.” Ryker pulled me off his cock and watched me touch myself with bated breath. “You like sucking my cock, huh?”

Chest heaving, I nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s enough.” He picked me up and set me in his lap, then scooted us to the center of the bed. He retrieved a condom from his jeans before kicking them off completely and sliding the condom on. He lay back, hands clamping on my hips. “Ride my cock, baby.”

I descended on him, and my lips parted as he stretched me out the farther I sank down.

I gasped and rocked my hips, bracing on his thighs.

Lifting, I then lowered onto him again and threw my head back, arching my spine.

The angle allowed him to go deeper. I already trembled from the stimulation.

His teasing left me so sensitive, every invasion of his cock rippled pleasure through my body.

“You’re so sexy, Scarlett.” Ryker sat up and kissed my breasts.

Breathless, I bounced on his dick. “Ryker.”

“Fuck, baby. This pussy.” He lay back and groped my breast. “This body. You’re a fucking work of art.” His other hand played with my clit, and I whined, the pleasure almost too intense.

I lost momentum at the attention but regained it a few seconds later, rocking my hips faster as I uttered “I’m close” between whimpers.

“Come for me, Scarlett.”

I cried out, clenching around him as my orgasm knocked into me like a tsunami. It obliterated any memories of previous orgasms, each wave more powerful than the last, each crashing me into a state of ecstasy that bordered on overstimulation.

Ryker thrust up into me a few times before he finished with a groan. “That’s right.” My hips bruised under his fingers when he slammed me onto his dick. “So fucking good.”

“Fuck.” I collapsed onto his chest, body twitching and nerves humming with pleasure. “That was so intense. Why was it so intense?”

He draped a heavy arm over my back, trapping my naked, sweaty body against his. His other hand drifted lazily along my spine. “You’ve never been edged before?”

I hid in his chest. “I don’t know what that means.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s what I did. Bringing you to the edge of orgasm but not letting you have it. If I’d done it more times, you would’ve come harder.”

“Oh, God, I don’t think I could take harder than that.” I raised my hips enough for him to slide out before collapsing on him again.

“Mmm, I bet you could,” he murmured.

The orgasm tapered, and my limbs went limp, my eyes fluttering in satisfied exhaustion. I needed to get off him so he could go, but my muscles were unresponsive, and his body was comfortable. Five minutes. Five minutes, then I’d get up and let him leave.

I woke in the morning to my phone ringing, and cursed the world. My beef with the universe ended, however, because Ryker’s arm tightened around my waist. My stomach flipped. He’d stayed. I’d fallen asleep on him, but he could’ve easily lifted me off.

He hadn’t.

“What the fuck is that?” he grumbled.

“My phone. Sorry.” I rolled off him and snatched the offending device from the nightstand.

Dan’s name flashed across the screen, and I tensed.

I knew he’d call in the morning, but I hadn’t planned to talk to him while Ryker was lying in bed with me.

Naked. I started to answer when Ryker’s arm curled around me, the heat of his body firm against my ass and back, a contrast to the cool sheets tangled around us.

Ryker buried his face in my neck. “Don’t answer it.”

“I have to. It’s Dan.”

“I don’t give a fuck. He’ll live. Don’t answer it.”

“I give a fuck.” I pinched his arm, then answered the call. “Hi, Dan.”

“Hi, honey. How’s everything going? Did I wake you?”

“Fine, everything’s fi—” I inhaled sharply. Ryker’s fingers swirled over my clit. “Fine.” I cleared my throat before covering the microphone and glaring back at Ryker. “Stop it!” I hissed. “I’m on the phone.”

He grunted, his erection thick against my lower back, his finger continuing to circle my clit while he peppered open-mouthed kisses across my neck. He caught my skin between his teeth and bit. “I told you not to answer.”

I pressed my lips together to hold in a moan. “You’re the worst.”

“Everything go okay last night?” Dan asked.

Ryker’s fingers stroked my entrance. My breath hitched, and my voice squeaked. “It went great.”

“You all right, Scar? You sound funny.”

“Because I’m finger fucking your perfect little sweetheart,” Ryker whispered in my ear, sliding his finger inside me.

Oh, God.

“I’m good. You did wake me, so I’m just,” I inhaled, biting down on my lip and squeezing my eyes shut as Ryker curled his finger against my G-spot, “trying to wake up.”

“Sorry, honey. I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving in a couple hours, so I should be home by eight. Think you can stay out of trouble ’til then?”

It took all my focus to conceal my labored breath. “Totally.”

“All right. See you tonight,” Dan said. “Love you, Thelma.”

“Love you, Louise,” I managed before hanging up. The moment I did, I rocked against Ryker’s hand. “Fuck, Ryker, really ?”

“You should’ve listened to me.” He ground his erection against my ass. “You’re so fucking wet. I need to be inside you. You gonna take me again, baby?”

I shouldn’t say yes. I shouldn’t give him the benefit. “Yes.”

He rolled me over and climbed above me, nipping at my neck as his cock stretched my tender pussy.