Chapter 295
Chapter 295:
“I-I can’t p>
“Oh, you will,” I interrupt, pressing the vibrator harder against her. “And when you do, I’m not stopping. I’m going to keep going until you can’t even say my name p>
Her cries turn into screams as the first orgasm hits her, her body trembling violently. But I don’t let up. I keep the toy moving, pushing her higher, driving her into another wave of pleasure before she can even come down from the first.
“Ryder—Sir—please!” she sobs, tears streaming down her face.
“Too much?” I taunt, my free hand gripping her thigh to keep her steady. “You wanted this, baby. Don’t tell me you’re giving up now p>
She shakes her head, her cries turning into moans as her body convulses again.
“That’s my vixen!” I praise, easing up on the toy but not turning it off. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me p>
Settling the vibrator aside, I release her ankles from the spreader bar and flip her onto her stomach. Her body is boneless, pliant, but she gasps as I grab her hips, pulling her onto her knees.
“I’m not done with you,” I growl, lining myself up with her entrance. My cock is throbbing, aching to be inside her again, and as I slam into her, the tightness, the heat, makes me groan.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I don’t give her time to adjust. My hands grip her waist, holding her in place as I fuck her with unrelenting force. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room, mixed with her screams and my growls.
“You take me so fucking well,” I hiss, leaning over her, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “You were made for this. For me p>
“Yes,” she sobs, her voice breaking. “I’m yours. Only yours p>
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“Damn right you are p>
My hand slides around to her front, finding her clit again. She shrieks as I rub it in time with my thrusts, her body tightening around me.
“Come for me again,” I demand, my voice rough, my control slipping. “Now p>
Her scream is deafening as she shatters, her body milking my cock as I drive into her one last time. My orgasm crashes over me, white-hot and overwhelming, and I spill inside her, my growl echoing through the room.
We collapse together, a tangled mess of sweat and exhaustion. I cradle her in my arms, stroking her hair, murmuring soft praises as she comes down from the high.
“You did so good, baby vixen,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So fucking good p>
She nuzzles into my chest, her voice barely a whisper. “I trust you. Always p>
And in that moment, I know I’d do anything to keep her.
RYDER’S POV
I cradle her trembling body in my arms, her skin glistening with sweat, her breathing unsteady as she melts against me. My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath, but looking at her like this—wrecked and utterly mine—I know I’m far from done.
“Baby vixen,” I murmur, my voice low and possessive, brushing my lips against her temple. “You’ve done so well for me tonight. But we’re not finished p>
She lets out a soft, shaky whimper, her head tilting up to meet my gaze. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and the faintest smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth.