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Authors: Em Petrova
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stole her senses.
Ryder’s lips and tongue never slowed, eating her like she was the best treat he’d ever tasted.
When she jackknifed upward, clutching his head to move him from her too-sensitive folds, he raised his gaze and met hers.
A breath trickled from her.
With quick movements, she pulled his shirt from his waistband and tore it overhead. The minute his carved body was locked in her vision, she thought she’d stepped onto stage with a male dancer. He was chiseled from deltoid to the cords on his forearms.
Wetting her lips, she leaned in. Slowly. He seemed to hold his breath as she kissed his neck. As soon as she tasted his salty-clean goodness, she was starving for more. With a moan, she spattered kisses over his chest, loving that he had some chest hair. Down to the washboard of his abs.
He stopped her when she reached for his belt buckle. “I can’t go slow with you. Not this time, Joy.”
“I don’t want slow.” She flashed him a grin. “Not this time.”
Now that they’d agreed to more, it was game on. She ripped open his belt. Their fingers tangled on his button-fly. He twisted and turned to kick off his boots and jeans, leaving him in red boxer briefs.
“We match,” she said.
He dropped his drawers. “I knew it from the moment we saw each other.” He rolled a condom from tip to root of his straining cock. A cock so thick she didn’t know if he might hurt her.
But when he spun her to lie on the futon and settled between her spread thighs, she forgot about any fears. Their kisses were long and deep, their movements wild. When he looked into her eyes and filled her with his fat tip, they both stopped, sharing a shiver.
“You’re. Tight,” he bit off, jerking his hips, stretching her inch by inch. She closed her eyes and let her body take over. So tense around him, milking him with each pulsation of her inner walls.
When he was fully seated inside her, they stared into each other’s eyes again. This time it felt different—so intimate and perfect.
“I’ve waited too long for this.”
“You hardly know me,” she panted.
“Still too long. Relax for me, Princess. Let me in deeper.” His brown hair fell into one blazing eye. The hardness of his jaw and the set of his mouth told her how much control he was spending in this minute.
Cupping his face, she drew him down for another kiss. As their tongues twisted together, she relaxed into his hold.
And he slid another inch deeper. Bottoming out in her. She cried out.
He growled.
Rotating her hips, she wiggled closer. He pulled out and eased back in with painstaking slowness.
“Thought you couldn’t go slow.”
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Keep squeezing me that way and I’ll be done before I’ve started.”
She wrapped her thighs around his hips and claimed his mouth again as he began to move. His pace too slow for her liking, so she bucked upward to take what she wanted. The action proved too much for him.
He slammed into her again and again, perspiration dampening his hair where it lay over his forehead. His eyes searing. Muscles straining. She cried out as his cock slid through her walls, bumping the perfect spot. When she felt her orgasm rush upward, she clung to him.
“Kiss me. I’m there.”
“Joy,” he said roughly. They tensed together. The thrum of her release washed over her as he stiffened and roared his own.
In the back of her mind, she registered how different this moment was. How nobody had ever looked her in the eyes when he’d lost control for her. And that might be because Ryder was the only man who ever had.
* * * * *
Hell, he was a goner. His heart had stopped.
No, he could hear it pounding in his temples.
Must have been his brain that had flat-lined. He couldn’t remember his own name.
But he recalled hers. Joy—the three little letters meant so much. She was such a big presence. Though not flamboyant, she caught everybody’s attention. And she’d definitely overwhelmed him.
Ryder’s lips and tongue never slowed, eating her like she was the best treat he’d ever tasted.
When she jackknifed upward, clutching his head to move him from her too-sensitive folds, he raised his gaze and met hers.
A breath trickled from her.
With quick movements, she pulled his shirt from his waistband and tore it overhead. The minute his carved body was locked in her vision, she thought she’d stepped onto stage with a male dancer. He was chiseled from deltoid to the cords on his forearms.
Wetting her lips, she leaned in. Slowly. He seemed to hold his breath as she kissed his neck. As soon as she tasted his salty-clean goodness, she was starving for more. With a moan, she spattered kisses over his chest, loving that he had some chest hair. Down to the washboard of his abs.
He stopped her when she reached for his belt buckle. “I can’t go slow with you. Not this time, Joy.”
“I don’t want slow.” She flashed him a grin. “Not this time.”
Now that they’d agreed to more, it was game on. She ripped open his belt. Their fingers tangled on his button-fly. He twisted and turned to kick off his boots and jeans, leaving him in red boxer briefs.
“We match,” she said.
He dropped his drawers. “I knew it from the moment we saw each other.” He rolled a condom from tip to root of his straining cock. A cock so thick she didn’t know if he might hurt her.
But when he spun her to lie on the futon and settled between her spread thighs, she forgot about any fears. Their kisses were long and deep, their movements wild. When he looked into her eyes and filled her with his fat tip, they both stopped, sharing a shiver.
“You’re. Tight,” he bit off, jerking his hips, stretching her inch by inch. She closed her eyes and let her body take over. So tense around him, milking him with each pulsation of her inner walls.
When he was fully seated inside her, they stared into each other’s eyes again. This time it felt different—so intimate and perfect.
“I’ve waited too long for this.”
“You hardly know me,” she panted.
“Still too long. Relax for me, Princess. Let me in deeper.” His brown hair fell into one blazing eye. The hardness of his jaw and the set of his mouth told her how much control he was spending in this minute.
Cupping his face, she drew him down for another kiss. As their tongues twisted together, she relaxed into his hold.
And he slid another inch deeper. Bottoming out in her. She cried out.
He growled.
Rotating her hips, she wiggled closer. He pulled out and eased back in with painstaking slowness.
“Thought you couldn’t go slow.”
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Keep squeezing me that way and I’ll be done before I’ve started.”
She wrapped her thighs around his hips and claimed his mouth again as he began to move. His pace too slow for her liking, so she bucked upward to take what she wanted. The action proved too much for him.
He slammed into her again and again, perspiration dampening his hair where it lay over his forehead. His eyes searing. Muscles straining. She cried out as his cock slid through her walls, bumping the perfect spot. When she felt her orgasm rush upward, she clung to him.
“Kiss me. I’m there.”
“Joy,” he said roughly. They tensed together. The thrum of her release washed over her as he stiffened and roared his own.
In the back of her mind, she registered how different this moment was. How nobody had ever looked her in the eyes when he’d lost control for her. And that might be because Ryder was the only man who ever had.
* * * * *
Hell, he was a goner. His heart had stopped.
No, he could hear it pounding in his temples.
Must have been his brain that had flat-lined. He couldn’t remember his own name.
But he recalled hers. Joy—the three little letters meant so much. She was such a big presence. Though not flamboyant, she caught everybody’s attention. And she’d definitely overwhelmed him.
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