RYDER (Slater Brothers 4)(23)

“Oh, f*ck,” I rasped and bucked under him.

Ryder applied some of his weight on me, and I felt him getting hard between my thighs.

“Already?” I asked when he pulled back.

He looked down to his once again hard and erect cock and grinned at me.

“What can I say?” he smirked. “You bring it out in me.”

“Lucky me,” I said and licked my lips.

Ryder cursed under this breath then leaned over to the locker next to his bed. He dug around the drawer for a few seconds before he pulled his hand back with a square packet between his fingers. He sat back on his heels and tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth. I watched him roll a condom down his pulsing cock, and the urge to suck on it some more overwhelmed me. I licked my lips.

“Fucking hell,” Ryder groaned. “You want to blow me again, don’t you?”

I flicked my eyes up to his and nodded.

“You’ll be the death of me, woman.”

I devilishly grinned. “Death by head, that’d be a good way to go.”

“You have no idea,” Ryder said before he moved between my legs.

He placed his left hand next to my chest and used it to hold his body up. He used his right hand to fist his dick and rub it against my aching clit.

“Ryder,” I breathed. “Please. Fuck me. Please.”

“You don’t need to beg me darling, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t like how it sounds.”

I balled my hands into fists as he continued to torture me with little licks of pleasure. When I thought I’d beg him some more he lined himself up with my entrance. Before he moved though, he looked at me with a grin and said, “You ready?”

Was that a legit question? I wondered.

“Hell. Yes.”

With a grin he thrust forward, and I watched as the cocky expression was wiped from his face and replaced with tortured pleasure. His lips curled up as if he was about to snarl and his eyes fluttered closed as he inched his way into my body until he buried to the hilt.

I bit down on my lower lip as my walls stretched around him, making it a snug fit. The feeling of fullness I experienced was one I wouldn’t quickly forget. I lifted my arms and glided my hands over his skin.

“Why so quiet?” I murmured, barely controlling my groans. “Nothing to say now?”

“You... I... Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk.”

I smiled as I tangled my hands in Ryder’s hair and pulled his face down to mine. He placed his elbows on either side of my head and held himself up as I covered his mouth with mine. As I kissed him, I slid my hands from his hair, down his rippled back and straight to his meaty arse. I dug my nails into his flesh and it caused him to growl into my mouth. His body reacted by pulling out of my body and thrusting back in.

“Your * is like a vice around my dick,” he snarled against my mouth and used his right hand to dig his fingers into the flesh on my hip. “Fuck me. You feel like heaven, sweetness.”

Breathe, Branna, my mind screamed. Fucking breathe!

I greedily sucked air into my lungs and lifted my hand to his shoulder where I dug my nails as he thrust in and out of me, causing a sensation I had never felt during sex before to awaken.

“Holy f*ck!” I cried out.

Ryder growled. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

I couldn’t control my vocals even if I wanted to. With every thrust from Ryder, a delicious fire licked at my core. Burning me with pleasure.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned.

“God can’t help you now, babygirl,” Ryder said. “No one can.”

Good thing I didn’t want anyone’s help, I silently purred.

I held onto him as he f*cked me, kissed me and sucked on my neck. I screamed out when he thrust into my body and hit a spot that caused my eyes to see stars.

Ryder leaned his head down and pressed his ear against my chest before he brought his mouth to my ear and said, “Your heart is beating so fast.”

“Just for you, darlin’,” I replied on a moan.

I felt Ryder smile as he kissed my neck.

“Such a sweet talker,” he purred.

“Oh, there!” I panted seconds later. “Right. There.”

“Here?” Ryder murmured and thrust at the angle he did just seconds before, hitting a spot inside my body that caused my body to hum.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out.

Ryder kept his hips positioned at that very angle and hit my core with his thrust.

“This is my *,” he rumbled as he drove in and out of me.

I scraped my nails against his back. “Yes, yours.”

He bit my neck, catching me off guard, and when it should have been pain I felt, the bite oddly drew a moan from me as my nerves misinterpreted it for pleasure. I dug my nails into his shoulder blades in response and the actions caused Ryder to hiss and pump into me faster. He f*cked me so hard I knew it would leave bruises.

That bit of knowledge caused me to gasp just as pleasure tore through me and a scream left my body that was so loud Ryder had to bury his face in my neck and press his ear against my skin to block it out.

He slammed into me once, twice, thrice. Four deep strokes. His movements became jerky and quick then as he came. He bit down on my shoulder once more as his pleasure consumed him. His hips still pumped into me as he came down from his high, the movements becoming less and less as the seconds ticked on. When he was spent, he all but collapsed on me.