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My hips jerk, and I yank her down on top of me, fucking her deeper than ever before. She arches her back, her fingernails pressing crescent moons into my chest as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. I feel my cock spasm as a hot pulse of cum fills her pussy, and she clenches around me, making it all the better as she comes with me.
"Fuck!" she shouts. "Oh my fucking...fuck, yes, I'm yours, Ryan, I'm yours..."
She's still coming as my cock becomes painfully sensitive, entirely spent, and I pull her against me in a searing kiss. She keeps milking me, draining me of everything I have, and I give it all to her willingly.
I know it's bad, wrong, and irresponsible above all else...but fuck, I want to claim her.
I want her to be mine.
I want people to know she’s mine, to see she’s mine.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
I just know that I need her like I need air, and as the pleasure recedes from my body, she clings to me, breathing into my neck, and I can't bring myself to pull away. I hold her tight and try to remember to breathe.
"This isn't good," I murmur as my heart slows and my pulse starts to steady.
"I know," she whispers. "I'm not on the pill...but fuck, I wanted you to come inside me..."
I cut her off before she can finish. "I don't fucking care," I growl. "You're mine."
She kisses me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, and I kiss her back, claiming her mouth to show her she belongs to me.
"I'm yours," she whispers against my mouth. "I'm yours, Ryan."
I tell myself it's the adrenaline talking, the excitement...it has to be. But I don't move away from her, and she doesn't pull away. We stay like that, kissing, for a long time until we both start to grow tired.
I don't know exactly what I'm doing here. I know this is new, and it has to be the novelty of it all that's making me act this way, which we'll have to figure out our mistake in the morning.
But her being here right now also means I can fuck her bare all night.
And that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Chapter eleven
Sophia
Ican't believe what just happened.
And I can't believe it happened again...and again...and one more time for good measure.
Who knew Ryan Wright could rally like that?
He's still sleeping when I wake up the following day to Tex staring right at me, his head cocked like he's confused about what's going on here. I squint and rub my eyes, and the dog starts licking my face right away, letting me know that he's aware that I'm awake and that it's about damn time I got up and fed him.
I glance over at the bedside clock.
Eight A.M.
It's too early after getting laid until dawn.
"Okay, buddy," I mumble, sitting up. "I get it."
I grab Ryan's shirt off the floor and pull it on, then head down the stairs to feed Tex and make some coffee. Ryan snoozes through it all—I guess he's a pretty heavy sleeper—and I'mgrateful for the moment to breathe as I go through the motions of making coffee as Tex chows down.
As I sip my coffee, I can't help but replay the events of last night in my head. The way he kissed me, touched me like I was already precious to him...even thinking back to the intense moments leaves me breathless. I knew I wanted to be with him—that I wanted at least that one night—but I don't think I'll be able to stop now.
I want him again...and again...
