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She circled over her clit, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She had the prettiest nipples, stained pink, and he couldn’t resist reaching for her and rubbing the hard buds, matching her rhythm.
Eyes closed, her head lolled back as she moaned.
“Don’t come, Soph. Whatever you do, don’t come.”
She cried out. “You have to stop that.”
“No.” He plucked at her, his cock pulsing as he kept one eye on the road and the other on her. “When you get too close, stop until you’re calm enough to start back up.”
He’d always liked control in the bedroom, a trait he’d held back and kept in check, but Sophie made him want to push it, push her.
She jerked back her fingers and, like lightning, she gripped his wrist as he still toyed with her. “You’re going to push me over the edge.”
He dropped his hand, once again taking her fingers in his mouth and licking her clean. She tasted like he’d imagined, sweet, wild, and addictive.
He released her and said, “Again.”
She started to stroke again. “Ryder, you’re killing me.”
“Good. Because when we get home, there’s going to be no preamble. I’m just going to fuck you on the first available surface.”
She jerked her hand away.
He gave her thirty seconds to calm down, then ordered, “Again.”
She made a whimpering noise that made his cock impossibly harder and did as she was told.
And he made her repeat it over and over again the entire ride home, until she was panting and squirming in her seat, unable to touch for more than a few seconds without going over.
He roared into the driveway, turned off the motor, and was out of the car like an Olympic sprinter. He jogged around, and by the time he reached her, she was out of the door. He slammed her against the car, his mouth on hers before she could even shut it.
She was crazed, and he was right there with her. He fisted her hair and kissed her like he was dying for her, which wasn’t far from the truth.
She made small, needy noises, tearing at his belt, and unfastened it with hurried fingers, pulling her mouth away long enough to say, “I want your cock.”
Frantic fingers fought with his zipper, and when he sprang free, his erection slid against her wetness. He cursed out the filthiest, most wicked things.
She gripped his cock, positioned it at her entrance, and said, “Please. Fuck me.”
He growled.
She was so perfect.
He gripped her hip, raised her leg, and thrust along her slick opening.
She cried out and he clenched his jaw, fumbling in his pocket to pull out a condom while still kissing her. Somehow, by the grace of God, he managed to sheath himself.
He bent. Lifting her up and holding her steady against the car, he impaled her wet, tight heat.
With no finesse, he pounded into her.
But it wasn’t enough.
He needed deeper. With a feral sound, he pulled out and whipped her around, tumbling them to the grass in one jerky movement, before slamming back into her.
Her neck arched. “Ryder.”
“Christ I’ve never felt anything as good as you.” His words were a snarl.
