Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
He backs me toward the bed, pinning me with those storm-dark eyes until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress. Next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, breath knocked out of me as Ryan towers over me like he’s about to devour his favorite meal.
Jesus. I actually whimper.
“Spread your legs for me, tiger.” His lips curve into a dangerous smirk as he yanks my thighs apart.
I’m soaked. Like, embarrassing-level soaked. My skin feels electrified, nipples so hard they actually ache for his mouth.
Ryan runs his hands up my inner thighs and just stares at me. “You’re unreal,” he murmurs, voice rough. “How did I get this lucky?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He dips his head, and his tongue finds my clit with zero warning.
I arch clean off the mattress. My hands fly to his hair, fisting it like I need something to anchor me to something.
He’s relentless. He alternates dragging his tongue over my clit with rough little circles that make my toes curl, then goes lower to taste every inch of me until my brain turns to mush.
Every lick, every suck, sends me higher. I’m wrecked in under a minute. My hips start moving on their own, chasing every bit of friction he gives me.
My thighs tremble, and I’m making desperate little sounds I’ve never heard come out of my mouth before. Ryan grabs my hips, holds me down, and just goes to town. Every rough suck and slow lick yanks another moan out of me. I fist his hair and arch so hard my back nearly snaps in two.
“Jesus, Ryan.” My voice comes out all breathy and wrecked.
He pulls back just long enough to rub his stubble over the inside of my thigh. “That’s it, tiger. Let me hear how much you want it.”
I swear I’m about to lose my mind. One more flick of his tongue and I go off like a grenade, everything tightening and then shattering all at once. My vision whites out. For a second, I actually forget my own name.
He slides up my body, leaving a trail of hot kisses up my stomach, over my boobs, and finally on my lips. I can taste myself on his mouth. Strangely hot. “You’re going to kill me,” I manage, still shaking.
“I like a challenge.” His cock is pressed against my thigh, rock hard and leaking all over me. He doesn’t even slow down. Just lines himself up and shoves in, so deep I see stars behind my eyelids.
“Oh my God.” I grab his biceps just to anchor myself. His arms are massive, so solid I might never escape. Not that I’d ever want to.
He gives me this dark, dangerous grin. “Told you. All fucking mine.” He pounds into me, each thrust rougher than the last, and I take every bit of it, loving the burn. My body meets him stroke for stroke, desperate to hold on while he tries to fuck me straight through the mattress.
"Harder," I gasp out, nails digging into his arms. My thighs squeeze his hips, and I swear I might actually combust from how freaking good it feels.
"You want it harder?" He grabs my leg, throws it over his shoulder, and drives in balls-deep. The edge of pain does something wild to me. I claw at his shoulders, totally shameless, crying out every time he bottoms out.
He doesn't slow down. He snaps his hips until the headboard thuds against the wall. I don’t care if we’re making all kinds of racket. All I care about is how deep he is, how much he wants me, and the way he keeps staring at my face like I’m the answer to every question he’s ever had.
Oh God. My body tightens up, pressure building until I can't even think straight. He pounds me through it, not letting up. "Come for me, tiger," he growls, voice right against my mouth. "Show me who you belong to."
That’s all it takes. I go off, pleasure rolling through me so hard I almost black out. “Ryan!” I scream it, not even embarrassed. He works me through every spasm, cock pistoning inside me until I see stars.
My body is still shaking, my pussy clamping down on every hard stroke Ryan gives me. I swear I’m about to pass out from how intensely he works me over. His hands dig into my ass as his cock pounds so deep. My head thumps against the mattress as he drives into me, rocking the bed and making every nerve ending light up.
He comes with his face buried in my neck. His breath scorches my skin as he groans, “I love you, Rory.”
“I love you, too,” I manage to croak out past my dry throat.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RYAN
The glow of Seattle sprawls in every direction. The city lights catch in the windshield, running in streaks over the dash. The night air pushes through the cracked window, sharp enough to bring goosebumps to my skin, cold but not punishing. I glance over at Rory, strapped in tight in the passenger seat.