“Baby, suck me off.”
“You want to come in my mouth?”
I growl. “Fuck . . . no . . . I mean . . . yes. Fuck, I don’t know. I need something.”
She chuckles and then starts circling her finger around, and the loudest moan of my life falls past my lips as I release my legs and cover my face with my hands.
“Fuck . . . fuck. Myla, give me something, anything.”
I feel her smile along my cock as she very lightly licks along my length, still teasing and never giving me what I want. And I’m seconds from moving her to the side until she opens her mouth wide and sucks me all the way to the back of her throat.
“Yes, take me all the way in. Own my cock.”
She swallows while my dick is touching her throat, and my knees jack up from the sensation as sweat drips down the back of my neck. She continues to swallow and dip over my length over and over again until I’m seconds—fucking seconds—from coming.
“Right there, baby. I’m going to—”
She pulls off me but keeps her fingers inside and holds them still.
“What . . . are you doing?” I ask, catching my breath as my cock jolts against my stomach.
“Playing with you.”
“I don’t need you playing. I need you fucking me.”
“Oh, okay,” she says with another evil grin. She removes her fingers, drags me down so I’m lying flat, and then she straddles my cock, her wet center rubbing against my erection. “Feels so good, Ryot.” Her hands filter through her hair as she rocks over my length, never inserting herself, just rubbing her slit along my ridge.
“Baby, I’m going to need more than this.”
“This is perfect,” she says as a painful sweat breaks out along my skin from my cock being so hard but not getting what it needs.
“It’s not,” I answer as I flip her off me and onto her stomach. I push my hand against her back but then prop up her hips, only to spank her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
“Oh fuck!” she screams right before melting into the comforter.
“I don’t appreciate you teasing me,” I say as I spank her again, causing her to moan. I then flip her to her back and hover above her, bringing my mouth to her neck. Her hands press into my hair to hold me still, but I continue to move down to her breasts, where I pull one into my mouth and nibble tightly on her nipple.
“Ah,” she yells just as she sinks into my grasp. “You’re being rough.”
I pull away just enough to ask, “You okay?”
“More than okay,” she answers with a smile. “I want more. Fuck me hard, Ryot.”
I groan out of desperation, move her legs farther apart, and then bring the head of my cock to her entrance.
“Yes,” she whispers while I clamp down on her nipple again.
My body is thrumming to be inside her, throbbing, pulsating with so much need that I feel like I could combust. I slip inside but take it achingly slow to repay her with the sweet torture she made me go through.
With every inch, it feels like she grows tighter and tighter until it feels next to impossible to slide into her.
“Baby, relax.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. I’m already so close.”
I bring my mouth back up her body until I meet her lips. I wet them with my tongue and then open her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. My body breaks out in tingles from the connection as her hand filters into my hair, tugging on the short strands as she kisses me, our tongues tangling, our moans mixing. Slowly, as she falls into the kiss, I enter her to the hilt. That’s when we both groan together.
But I don’t let up. I continue to kiss her, take everything she’s giving me, while I move my hand down her stomach to the spot right above her pubic bone. With my palm, I apply a bit of pressure by pressing down while I pulse inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she yells as her fingers dig into my scalp. “Ryot . . . oh my God.”
I smile against her mouth and continue to press down as I pulse in, creating a rhythm that is so dangerously intensifying that my impending orgasm climbs up the back of my legs to the base of my balls.
Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my ass, giving her leverage to lift her pelvis, adding to the pressure.
“Shit, Myla, I want you to come. I want to feel that sweet cunt throbbing around my cock.”
Her mouth clashes with mine. She forces me to pick up the pace from the digging of her heels, and I listen. I prop my hand on the bed for leverage, push down on her stomach, and then rapidly pulse into her.
Our moans collide together, our desperation tangles, and our need for release peaks.
“Yes, Ryot. Fuck me. Fuck . . . me.”
I slam into her, one slap after another, so hard that I feel the bed slamming into the wall with my movement, but I don’t care. I keep going.
I forget that we’re in a hotel.
I forget about the divorce.
I forget about the troubles we’ve been having.
And I live in this moment, where she’s mine, where I have control over her pleasure, where nothing could stop me from making this woman come all over my cock.
“Oh God. Yes, Ryot. Yes,” she screams just as her pussy clenches around my cock and her orgasm pulses through her.
“Fuck, Myla. Fuck, I love you,” I announce just as my cock swells and I explode inside her, letting her pussy clench around my length until there’s nothing left inside me. “Jesus Christ,” I mumble as I slow my hips and attempt to catch my breath.
Myla does the same, but while her chest rises and falls, she grips my jaw and forces me to look her in the eyes. “You love me,” she says, almost in amazement.
I lean into her hand. “I do.”
Her eyes well up right before she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hug. I circle my arms around her and hold her close. I pepper light kisses on her neck and then kiss her lips.
“I love you more than anything, Myla. I need you to know that.” I lift and kiss her eyes, her nose, her mouth again. “And I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
Her hand strokes the back of my head as she says, “I know.”
And then she kisses me again, and I can feel her passion all the way to the tips of my toes, but even though she’s here in my arms, holding me tightly, I can’t help but think about how I told her I love her . . . and she didn’t say it back.
Chapter Twenty-Two
MYLA
Present day . . .
I stretch my arms in the air, my back aching as well as the spot between my legs. “Urgh,” I groan as I roll over to the side, my face landing right on Ryot’s chest.
His arm snags me around the waist, and he drags me on top of him so our naked bodies are pressed together, his morning erection nudging my stomach.
“Morning,” he whispers as his fingers glide up and down my back.
I snuggle into his chest. “Good morning.”
“Do you feel okay?”
“Yeah, why?” I ask.
“You had a lot of wine last night. We were kind of . . . animalistic, especially when I was fucking you against the wall. I want to make sure you’re okay.”