A Christmas Song – Ryan’s Bed holiday Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Drama, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
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Tendrils of pleasure were shooting up my spine, as I began moving harder over him, grinding and holding, but there was some truth in what he said. I tipped my head back, my eyes closed, as I murmured, starting to pant slightly, “She was probably lost in her own shit. Just like I was.”

“I don’t care,” Ryan said huskily as he sat up, his arm clamped around my back so I remained in place, but he tugged off my shirt, his other hand running up my side. “I also don’t give any fucks about your roommate at this moment.” His eyes were lidded, heavy with lust as his mouth closed over one of my breasts. His tongue lapped around my nipple.

That felt so good.

I kept rolling over him, groaning as Ryan moved his mouth to my other breast before he tugged my head down, my mouth opening over his. After that, there was no more conversation. It wasn’t long before he lifted me up and both of us tugged his pants down. I hadn’t been wearing underwear or pants under his shirt, so when he pulled me back down, we both groaned as he slipped inside of me.

God, I loved my man.

I loved how he made me feel.

I loved riding him, and knowing exactly how hard I could go because he loved all of it.

I pushed him down, a hand to his chest, and I leaned back, my eyes closed, my back arched as I moved over him, taking him in deep and fast and rough, and this was all me this morning.

Ryan groaned, his hands gripping my thighs until it started to get too much for him. He pressed a thumb to my clit, rubbing me, and I cried out. “Agh—asshole. Not yet.” But my protest was breathy and ended on a laugh.

He ignored me, pressing harder before his other hand moved behind me, circling my other hole back there.

“Ryan!” I moaned, grabbing his hand and holding it hostage for a moment.

He chuckled, before he continued circling me still under my hand, and I didn’t do anything to stop him. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to because my climax was starting.

I held still, feeling it move up my spine until I erupted, my body jerking forward. His thumb kept rounding over my clit, pressing in.

I cried out, cursing.

He held me up as I started to fall off of him, keeping me in place as the waves crashed over me until they began to subside. When my body stopped trembling, Ryan flipped us so he was on top. I opened my eyes, my lids too heavy, but saw his own staring deep into mine, molten.

Those hazel eyes of his. How they could go so dark, I didn’t know, but they took my breath away. Along with his square jaw, the dimple in his right cheek. He was more ripped since coming to college, and I felt the power in his body right now. It was exhilarating.

Then he began to thrust into me, and really thrust.

Hard. Deep.

He let out a guttural growl, bending over me, his lips finding my throat. “You feel so fucking good, Mac. So tight.”

I moaned with him, lifting one of my legs to wrap around him.

He caught it, going deeper into me somehow, and it wasn’t long until I felt a second release starting to build.

“This is mine,” he panted, fucking me. He pressed a hand where we were joined, lifting his head so he could watch as he moved inside of me. “My pussy. Mine.” His eyes met mine, so heated. “You’re mine.”

His words, mixed with how he was looking at me, claiming me, and the sensations he was building back up inside of me were too much.

I came again, and he continued riding me through my second release until at the very end, I felt him unloading with me. He clamped down around me, his mouth breathing into my neck. “My woman.”

I ran a hand up his back, whispering back, “You’re mine too.”

He lifted his head, his lips finding mine. “Fuck yeah, I am.” We kissed until he lifted his head back up. “Want to keep you here the rest of the fucking day.”

I grinned against his lips as they’d fallen back to mine and said, still against them, “Can’t. Classes. Practice.”

“Fuck all of that.” He captured my throat in his hand and arched over me, sealing his mouth to mine in a hot kiss. Demanding more from me. He was kissing me as if he really was going to keep me in bed for the rest of the day, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t, and knowing my man, I was happy to let him kiss me as long as he wanted until he jumped out of bed, lifting me with him, and he took me to the shower.


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