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I pull the pillow over my mouth and scream into it with the little energy I have left.

Ryker places a gentle kiss on my clit that makes me shiver, before he comes up from between my legs. He lays next to me on his side, pushes the pillow off and pulls me in.

“Why do you have to keep doing that?” I ask.

“Pretty sure I’ve never done anything like this my entire life.”

“Exactly!” I shout and kiss his wet mouth. “How am I supposed to hate you when you’re… like this?” Then I take the pillow and hit him on his butt. His absolutely immaculate butt.

Ryker pulls me in for a bear hug and nibbles on my ear, then whispers into it, “We will have to talk this out afterwards. There are some more things I have been dying to do to you.”

“Alright,” I answer, and grab his dick while smothered against his chest. “Because I really do need you to make this even worse for me in the best way possible.”

27

RYKER

Yeah, this was a mistake, I think as I watch Sienna slide the condom over my cock and look at me with that defiant eagerness that only she could convey.

This was the biggest mistake of my life.

I never should have played stupid games in an attempt to get back at her.

I never should have been mad at her in the first place.

We should have been doing this right here instead.

We should have been doing this the entire time.

What the fuck was I thinking?

“Hey,” she whispers from underneath me. “Where are you right now?”

“Where I should have been all along,” I grumble, line myself up, and let my head touch hers.

Careful not to hurt her, I slowly push inside. Sienna’s eyes grow big as she takes me in. She is so fucking wet for me, I barely feel any friction at all. Just her warmth receiving me. It’s like I am a river finally finding its way into the ocean. Once I am all the way in, her legs close around me, unwilling to let go again.

“Good,” she moans, “then stay right here.”

I kiss her, and when our tongues touch, her pussy tightens around me. It’s like my kiss is sending shockwaves through her body, making it contract over and over.

I’ve been feeling as if my chest could burst any second, and still I am craving her closer, even closer than this. My arms reach around Sienna, and our missionary position becomes an embrace so tight Romeo and Juliet would be jealous of us.

“Tighter,” she moans, and digs her nails into my back.

I squish her against me.

“Deeper,” she demands and softly bites into my neck.

I move my hips out and right back in again and suddenly feel the same anger and annoyance that she felt just a minute ago. It’s like it’s contagious.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and squish her even more. Then I pound again. “How—” I try to find a straight thought. “Why?—”

“Didn’t we do this earlier?”

“YES!”

All of this feels so right, so not at all what it should feel like. We don’t even need to look for it; we naturally settle into our rhythm and move as one. It’s just how it’s supposed to be. How it will have to be from now on.