“You’re such a sloppy girl, Pet. Your pussy is gushing for me, dripping with invitation. I imagined you like this a million times during my travels. I dreamed of your needy cunt, swollen and dripping from the simple thought of me ravaging it for hours. In my fantasy, your words became husky, and you fucking begged me in that sexy tone to ease your hunger. I listened as you whimpered and moaned, pleading for me to ravish your core and stretch you until you ached for more.” He caressed through the slit, and I moaned loudly, uncaring that I was quivering so powerfully from contesting the orgasm that I couldn’t respond. “You were such a filthy girl in my fantasies. You received me any way I demanded you to, and I had you in ways that would cause the devil to blush. I feasted on this slippery cunt until you dripped down my chin, painting my lips with your arousal while pleading to come on my tongue like a naughty bitch. You want to learn if we can change that one into reality?” His tongue plunged into my opening, undulating against the narrow channel until he’d located the place that attached to every nerve ending in my body. Ryder unleashed hell on my tender flesh, licking and sucking while I wailed, uncaring that I was weeping as he ruthlessly feasted on my pussy.
Ryder rose onto the bed until he settled between my legs.
“Now, beg for me, Pet.”
I fought to control my breathing and ignore the magic still ruthlessly, sending every inch of my body closer to the promise of the cliff it was thrusting me toward. I couldn’t speak or articulate words. A moan burst from my throat, and I slipped my palms over the blankets, twisting them into my fists. Sweat beaded and built between my breasts while he watched and waited, not giving me what I so clearly needed. My pussy wasn’t wet. It was dripping with a disturbing accumulation of what he’d established with his adept mouth.
“Ryder,” I moaned, but he only slipped his fingers through the chaos between my thighs. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, arching from the simple touch that threatened to drive me to the edge and hurl me over into the stars.
He lifted his fingers, squeezing my swollen clit until I roared with the agony of it. The dark, resonant laughter drifted over my body, exposing the truth that he’d recognized it would ache. His head dropped, and his lips fastened onto one nipple, flicking over the fiery tip playfully.
“Please end the torture, Ryder. I need you inside me, now.”
My hands freed the blanket and gripped his hair. I jerked his mouth away from my nipple, appealing with a glance that beseeched him to end the fever spreading through me from being denied an orgasm.
“I know you can do better than that. Beg me to fucking destroy your tight pussy and to make you come. You’ve already proven that you can. You want this, don’t you?” he questioned, driving the silken tip over the sleek arousal of my pussy. “I crave to sink this cock so fucking deeply into your tight cunt that your channel is fucking bruised from it come morning. Now fucking start pleading for me to fuck you, Pet,” he ordered in a sexy, dark tone.
“Fuck me, Ryder. I need you. I want your cock stretching me until you tattoo your name on the walls of my channel. Beast, I need you to make me come, and I don’t want you to stop until you’re so thoroughly embedded in my pussy that you’re fucking my soul.”
“Much better,” he rumbled, driving the head in before stopping. “You are so fucking gorgeous. This pussy is ravenous and so desperate to be fucked that it’s weeping to be fucked, isn’t it?” he crooned, yanking out only to return the single inch he was granting me.
“You motherfucking, teasing, no-dick-giving, son of a bitch!” I growled, becoming unhinged with need. Sifting, I appeared on my feet before him. Releasing a snarl of frustration, I slammed him backward onto the bed before crawling on top of him. My hand roved behind me, and I slid onto the tip before slamming down until I cradled him in the warmth of my body.
His hands grasped my hips, controlling how hard I ground my body against his. Then I rose, revealing to him how we looked connected, how my body sucked on his gigantic cock.
Ryder hissed at the sight, flipping us without warning. He pressed me onto my back, stretching my legs wide, and compelling me to hook my ankles together behind his ass. His hands crushed against the bed beside my head, caging me between them.
Ryder withdrew and drove deeper into my pussy. I cried out as he filled me with his enticingly massive cock. His hips swayed until he finally shed the harness restraining him. The sleek, pulsing cock jackhammered into my core with powerful, driving thrusts that had me powerless to do anything but take what he offered.
I wasn’t protesting, either. I ached from being forced to stretch as he added inches and girth to ensure I felt him within my aching cunt long after he’d left the heat of it. My pussy clamped against every slam and thrust invading, and plundering my body as my cunt quivered, threatening to grip down on his hardness and lock him there.
“You feel so fucking good around me. This pussy is exquisite, taking me so fucking hungrily. I’ve missed feeling you beneath me, and the sweet song you sing when I’m stretching your pussy. And you take all of me like the good girl you are. Do you still feel neglected, Synthia? Or do you remember who the fuck makes this pussy sing and weep to accept whatever I provide it?” His roughly growled words slithered over me, seducing my mind while he ravished my body.
Ryder’s true, raw masculinity was in the form he dominated without requesting permission. The sheer strength he employed against my tender frame was arousing and made everything inside me serenade his powerful domination in praise.
“I fucking love you, asshole.” It was all that would leave my lips. My gaze lingered on where he was driving my body to admit his hardened length. He ripped out of my body, snatching me up without warning, and relaxed against the headboard. I was straddling Ryder, who slid one hand to my lower back and the other to my jaw so he could hold me where he wanted me.
“Ride that dick like you need it, Pet. Use me, and when you come, your eyes don’t fucking leave mine. I want to see the pleasure burning within those pretty, mood-changing eyes of yours as I make your pussy sing for me. I want you to look at me while I fuck your soul. Do you understand me? Don’t break eye contact, or you won’t like what happens. Now fucking move and teach me how a deity takes cock when she’s starving to come for her beast. Rock my fucking world, little girl. Show me who owns this dick and why I allow her to continue claiming my fucking soul.”
I grunted, lazily rocking until I discovered a cadence that matched the beat echoing in my heart. My hair floated in the air around my head, and my arms hummed with power as the brands of ink turned eerily blue and blazed with intensity. Ryder’s lit smoothly, glaring with gold tones. I rose onto my feet, displaying to his greedy eyes where my pussy clasped hungrily against his round tip.
“That is mine, and I’ll ride it however the fuck I want to, Ryder.” I slid down slowly before rising right back to the start of him. “You own my soul, which means when my pussy is starving, then you best be offering me dick and satisfying that greedy bitch’s hunger.” I slammed home, swaying with the power of a madwoman who’d long ago traded her hold on sanity for the need to feel her husband ravaging her soul. “Now, shut the fuck up, sit back, and let me enjoy this magnificent thing that belongs to me. I’ve had a really rough few weeks, and all I want to do is ride you. So, you’re going to let me, and when I’m finished, you’ll know because I’ll be screaming your name to the fucking rafters and making your balls beg for permission to fucking come.”