Page 121 of My So-Called Perfect Life

His breathing quickens, and his pupils dilate. A groan rumbles from his throat.

Adjusting my hips, I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, pulling him into the apex of my thighs, flush against where I need him most.

“I need to feel you inside me, Ryan. Please don’t make me beg.”

He grinds his hard dick against me, sending a zing of pleasure up from my clit. “I do love the idea of you begging but not tonight. Tonight, I’m taking my woman and making her mine.”

He pushes himself up and sits back on his haunches as he looks at me from top to bottom like I’m a chocolate cake he wants to devour. Taking his cock in his fist, he rubs it up and down my slit, sliding through my wetness in delicious torture. He slips the thick head into my opening, and my eyes roll back as I feel the coolness of the metal of his cock ring.

“God, you feel so amazing,” I moan as he stretches me with the thick head of his dick.

He drives in fully in one hard thrust and lets out a guttural growl. “Fuck, it’s so good. I swear, your pussy is more addictive than crack. Tight. Warm. Wet. Perfect around my cock.”

Lowering his head, he seals his lips over mine as he steals the breath straight from my lungs. He worships my mouth with his while filling me over and over again with his thick length.

I had no idea how this night would end, but back at Ryan’s place, in his bed, with him inside me, loving me in the best way possible is a damn good outcome.

My legs begin to quiver as the beginning of my third orgasm of the night builds in my belly.

“Ryan,” I whimper into his mouth. “I’m going to come.”

His thrusts quicken, and the pleasure courses through my body like a freight train.

“That’s it, Dani Girl. Come for me. Come on my cock. I need to feel it. All of it.”

The gruff rawness of his words unlocks everything inside me, and I succumb to the intense waves of rapture as Ryan owns my body. My eyes close, and an explosion of color fills the darkness I’ve been trapped in. Purples and reds and blues erupt as Ryan and I meld together on a level I never thought was possible to connect with someone.

His voice guides me back to him. “There you go. God, you’re so beautiful when you come. And you’re mine. All mine.”

I open my eyes, not wanting to miss the moment he gives himself over to me. The veins in his neck bulge as he throws his head back and groans deep from his chest while he unleashes inside me.

“I can’t. It’s too good.”

Ryan has always been a generous lover, but right now, I don’t want another orgasm. I want his.

“Come for me, Ryan. Mark me. Make me yours.”

As if my words unlock some inner caveman living inside him, he slams into me without abandon. His hips smashing into my thighs.

“You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word, the last one timed perfectly with his last thrust as he comes in me, filling me, pussy and heart.

His bedroom is silent, except for our heavy breathing.

His blue eyes, bright even in the dark, shine with pure, unfiltered love. He kisses the tip of my nose, my eyes, my lips, my cheeks—anywhere he can get his mouth. “God, I fucking missed you. Not just this, but you.”

“It’s your own fault.” I stick my tongue out. “I didn’t want to be without you.”

He rolls, taking me with him. For the first time in our relationship, he doesn’t have to get up to deal with a condom. “I’ve always wanted to be with you, Danielle. Do not doubt that. I just needed to know that this was real. On both sides.”

The urge to cry again is strong. Between the distance, the doubt, the love, and what we just did, I’m on emotional overload. “Please don’t ever do that again.” My voice cracks. “In the future, can we just handle our problems together?”

“Baby,” he coos, kissing my lips as the tears break free and stream down my cheeks like waterfalls, “I swear, I will never let you go again.”

He pulls himself from my body, and I feel his cum spill out of me. My cries turn to chuckles.

“What?”

I laugh harder, not because I think this is funny, but because, “I’m a hot mess. I have liquid pouring from every orifice of my body.”