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On the bed, Ryan lay on his back, one arm still stretched out from where she’d crawled out of his embrace. Pulling his discarded dress shirt tighter around her body, she inhaled his scent. She wanted that same smell on her skin, her sheets, her clothes every day. She crept back to the bed and stared down at him. Even in sleep he appeared confident, peaceful. Unlike her, he wasn’t awake overthinking what had transpired between them. If she woke him up now, he’d tell her she was crazy and that everything would work out. But how would Ryan define working out? Would they go back to what they had before? Would he want to be co-parents with benefits? Neither were what she had in mind.
She let her gaze roam over his body. Though his face was relaxed, his body was tense and defined. She could spend hours tracing every line and ridge, every dip and definition. She smirked when she got to his groin. No surprise, his dick stood at full attention. She peeled the sheet from his body. Although he stirred, he didn’t wake. She kneeled between his thighs and took him into her mouth. The faint taste of her own release from the last time he’d taken her greeted her.
“Mm.” Ryan shifted, lifting his hips, sinking deeper into her mouth, and almost touching the back of her throat. “Cassie, Baby.”
His hand fisted in her hair. She moaned against his member, pulling a groan from deep in his throat. She slid back to his crown, circling it with her tongue before taking the length into her mouth again. Ryan’s hips moved slowly, still lazy with sleep, but his dick was awake and throbbing in her mouth. She slowly pulled away, kissing his thigh, then his hip bone, trailing her tongue up one side of that vee that had always driven her just a little crazy. She nipped the skin below his belly button, right by the dark hair that led to his bobbing erection. Still kissing up his body, she straddled his legs. With his hand still entwined in her hair, he pulled her to his mouth. His tongue swept in, taking control even from beneath.
“You look so fucking good in my shirt,” he whispered against her mouth, reaching for the buttons with his free hand.
Swatting him away, she pulled back and slid her slit along his dick, coating it with her wetness. He’d been in control all night. Now was her turn.
“Fuck, Cassie. Can I wake up like this every day? Please.”
Her heart tripped, clogging in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, lifting to take him inside her.
His eyes grew wide, before narrowing again in pleasure. She lifted herself again then slid back onto him. Despite the times he’d taken her the night before, she could still feel the stretch of her inner muscles as she sank onto him, taking him deep within her. Sitting astride his hips, she looked down at him and squeezed her muscles around him, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure. He flexed beneath her, barely moving, but the small pump inside her sent tremors through her body.
One button of the dress shirt slid through its hole. Ryan’s eyes were open now. He watched her, digging his fingers into her thighs, probably to keep from ripping the shirt open himself. Tomorrow she’d have bruises, but tonight the pain sent a spark of lust straight to her core. She rocked against him as she undid the next button. His gaze followed each movement, until finally, the last button slid free and she sat above him with the shirt opened and her naked body on display. Now he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
Unable to hold back, she rode him. He sat up and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking the nub until she cried out with the slightest bit of pain. He slipped the shirt off her shoulders and left it, pinning her arms to her sides. No matter how much she wiggled to get free, he held her close to him, pumping his hips from beneath as their bodies rubbed together. Her orgasm built in her core, racing up her spine until finally erupting, shooting pleasure to every part of her body. He continued pumping into her, never ceasing, drawing out her orgasm until she didn’t think she could take anymore. When she finally lay her head on his shoulder, panting against him, he rolled. She landed on her back, Ryan hovering over her, before, with a wicked grin, he flipped her to her stomach. Rising to his knees behind her, he took her by the hips to align with him. Earlier she’d mused about how well they’d fit in this position. She’d been right. Ryan’s body against hers was like two puzzle pieces sliding into place. His hip bones pressed against her ass as his dick nudged her clit, dragging through her lips and across her opening. Then he pulled back and sank into her. She cried out. Unrelenting, he held her hips, keeping her still as he pulled out again, next time sinking deeper.
“Ryan.” His name was the only coherent thought she could manage. He was so deep, and she was so full. His hand came down on her ass, and she made a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan. He did it again, this time gripping her flesh before smacking it again.
“I told you I was going to spank you,” he reminded her.
She lowered her head to the mattress, her ass still in the air, her back arched and her oversensitive nipples barely touching the sheets. If this was supposed to be punishment for teasing him, she’d have to come up with more ways to torment him.
“You call that a spanking?” she challenged.
He laughed and pulled back, leaving only the tip of his dick inside her. Emptiness consumed her. Desperately, she tried to move her hips back to take him inside her, but he held her still, not allowing her any closer.
“Ryan.” She bit her lip. Her voice came out too breathless and needy. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Ryan. Put it back in.” Again she tried to move her hips, but he held firm. Finally she conceded. “Please.”
He smacked her ass again and surged forward. For a second her world went black with the combined pleasure.
“Damn,” he muttered behind her. “You’re even wetter. You like that, don’t you?”
“Ryan. Stop talking and keep fucking.”
Pausing his thrusts, he held her steady. Behind her, he circled his hips, making sure he reached every spot inside her but not giving her what she craved.
“Oh God,” she groaned and pushed back against him. “I hate you, Ryan.” Apparently, he was hell-bent on torturing her.
He laughed. “No. Youloveme, and you love this.” He reached around and pinched her clit between two fingers and began rubbing steadily. “Admit it.”
She shook her head where it rested against her forearms.
“Come on, Cass.” He bit her shoulder lightly. “You love it, don’t you? You want more of this. Not just tonight. Every night.” As he pressed harder in a steady, escalating rhythm, his hips continued their slow circling.
She mumbled something incoherent even to herself. The sounds were part pleading, part promises of retribution. But in the end, it was simply “yes” repeated over and over. His hips quickened, pulling back before sinking into her again and again. All the while, his fingers never ceased their ministrations. As her body exploded in pleasure underneath him, his hips faltered in their steady pounding, and he trembled, shooting inside her.
Cassie’s knees wobbled, and she sank to the bed. Ryan’s body followed her down. He shifted to roll off her, but she shook her head.
“Don’t move,” she mumbled. Even if his weight crushed her, she liked him on top of her.
He chuckled against her back, the sound and the movement both warm and sexy. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, kissing her temple. “I think I might be becoming addicted to you and that sweet spot between your thighs.”
“I don’t think there are meetings for vagina addiction,” she mumbled into the pillow.
