Page 34 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

"Because you love it, sunshine," I growl, rolling her off my lap onto her back. I follow her down, throwing her legs over my shoulder.

Her hips jolt off the floor, and another sob is torn from her throat. She's desperate to come, every touch driving her higher. But she's coming on my tongue. I want to taste it.

"Scream for me, sunshine. It's just me and you up here in this big, fancy suite," I breathe, dragging her closer to my mouth. My fucking eyes threaten to roll back in my head. Goddamn. She smells good. "And I locked the door."

"Ryker."

I part her folds with two fingers and take one long lick. My eyes do roll back in my head this time. Fuck me. I have to marry this girl immediately so I can do this every day for the rest of my life. It's a fucking biological imperative.

I grip her hips, drag her closer to my mouth, and fucking gorge myself on her cunt. I'm not polite about it. Then again, I don't have to be. It's my pussy. I can eat it as loud and messy as I want.

She screams her pleasure into the room, coming on my tongue in a flood of honey. I lick up every last drop as she shakes her way through it, clinging to the blanket beneath her.

As soon as she falls limp, I drag her back into my arms, wrapping my body around her.

“I want you,” she whispers, slipping her hand beneath my shirt. Her fingernails drag down my abdomen. “Please.”

“Sunshine.”

“Please, Ryker.”

“Fuck,” I growl, incapable of telling her no when she begs so sweetly. When my cock is so fucking hard. When I still taste her on my tongue.

I drag my shirt off over my head, cursing when she immediately places her hands against my abdomen. Her palms scorch me, sending electric jolts straight to my cock.

"You're so beautiful," she says, all shy and sweet, an adorable blush tinting her cheeks.

"Not like you." I brush my mouth over hers, my damn heart pulsing with emotion. I need her to fall in love with me quickly. Failure is not an option here. "You make my fucking soul quiver, sunshine."

"Yeah," she whispers against my lips.

I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She explores my body, her fingers seeking out every ridge of my abdomen while I drink from her lips. She's more heady and intoxicating than the bottle of wine we haven't opened. Sweeter, too.

We work together to get my pants undone, her fingers shaking against mine. Her nerves don't stop her from delving one hand into my boxer briefs to wrap around my cock.

"Ryker," she breathes, her mouth falling open.

"You made him that way, sunshine."

"I want you inside me. Now," she growls, using her feet to shimmy my pants down my legs. Her hand tightens around my shaft, squeezing the fuck out of me. Jesus. My girl may be a virgin, but she's a horny little thing.

I drag the top of her dress down, taking her strapless bra with it. She arches beneath me, mewling as the fabric drags over her cherry nipples.

I suck one into my mouth, biting down.

"Oh!"

I drag it through my teeth, and she sobs.

"Put my cock in you, sunshine," I growl. "Take what you want." I'll give her exactly what she needs, but not until she breaches her opening. Not until she gives me that cherry.

"Ryker," she moans, her head falling back. She hurries to obey, slipping my cock to her tight little hole. Francesca isn't a patient woman. Fuck no, she isn't. As soon as she has me where she needs me, she lifts her hips, trying to get me inside her.

I push forward, helping her out. I am a goddamn gentleman, after all. The head of my cock slips in, her hot pussy wrapping around it.

"Fuck," I growl, pressing my forehead to her chest. I already want to come. She's too damn hot. Too damn tight.

She squirms, trying to take more.

I give her what she wants, rocking forward. She stretches around me as I sink deeper into bliss. I watch her face, checking for any signs of pain. There's a tiny furrow between her brows that grows for a split second when I snap my hips forward, impaling her on me, and then it quickly smooths out.

"Are you okay, sunshine?" I murmur, trying hard not to think about how fucking perfect she feels wrapped around my cock right now. If I do, this will be over before it even starts.

"Mm," she moans, lifting those gorgeous, passion-melted eyes to mine. She's stunning in her desire, fierce in her pleasure. Fucking hell, she's radiant. "I'm perfect."

"Yeah, you are." I plant my forearm beside her head, cupping her cheek with the opposite hand. My lips chase her, pulling her into a long, languid kiss as I begin to move.

She gasps, back bowing beneath me as intense shards of pleasure stab into her. I fuck her deep, pulling almost all the way out before surging forward on a deep thrust, over and over again until we're both dizzy with the pleasure of it, with the joy of it.

I lose track of her mouth as she cries my name into the room. Instead, I attack her throat, her chest, those perfect cherry nipples. I make love to my girl, using my lips and tongue and teeth and cock to drive her wild. I don't play fair. I play to win.

"Ryker," she sobs, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock. She's so close. "Ryker, it's so good."

"Yeah?" I bite her neck, dragging the delicate skin through my teeth. "It'll be even better for you when you're pregnant with my kid, sunshine. Your body will be so sensitive. Come for me so I can plant my baby in you."

"Ryker." The gasp isn't a no. I hear the shocked delight, the secret yearning.

"We both know you want it, sunshine. You never would have let me ride this little thing bare if you didn't," I growl against her ear, driving into her. My balls slap against her ass hard enough to sting. "Now, be a good girl and fucking come before I spank you again."

Her nails claw down my back, my name leaving her lips in a sharp cry of surrender. Her body bows beneath mine… and breaks. She comes hard, dragging me over the edge with her. I writhe through it, growling her name as my balls empty into her womb.

And fuck me, nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing. The entire damn world stops spinning, only to start again with a lurch. When it does, I realize how utterly fucked I am. Because Francesca Moore, my sunshine, just supplanted the sun in my universe.

Jesus, I didn't see her coming.

"You broke my rules," she whispers after a moment, pressing her face to my shoulder. She isn't mad about it. I feel the way her lips curve against my throat.

"Get used to it, sunshine. I plan on breaking all your rules."