Page 41 of Ask for Moore
“Does anyone else in your family have a key?”
He rubbed the back of his neck as he nodded. “Yeah, both of my brothers.”
“How likely are they to show up out of the blue right now?” I asked, stroking my palms up his broad back.
“Silas has a deadline coming up soon, and Ethan should be at his shop inking someone. So slim to none.”
My smile widened at his answer. “I like the sound of those odds.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathed, bending low to toss me over his shoulder. “Because I’m dying to get back inside you.”
I squealed as he carried me up the stairs and dumped me onto his mattress. When he whipped his shirt over his head, I got to my knees and started to strip, too. With both of us more than ready to get back to what we’d been doing before we were interrupted, it was no time at all before we were both naked, and Ryland was crawling on top of me.
With one hand pressed into the mattress, he ran the other palm down my neck, between the valley of my breasts, over my belly, and finally ran a finger through my slit. I gasped in pleasure and parted my legs to give him better access. But he had something else in mind and rolled onto his side, tugging my back against his chest. Then he slid his hand down my inner thigh, lifting my leg to pull it back and over his. “Is your pussy ready to take me again?”
“Uh-huh,” I panted.
“You don’t feel like it to me.” He strummed my clit as he nipped the pulse point on my neck. “I think I can get you so wet, I’ll be able to slide right back in to the hilt.”
He slid his other arm all the way beneath my body until he was cupping my breast. After giving the small swell a squeeze, he pinched my pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I can’t wait to be balls deep inside you again. Gonna take you from behind just like this, but you’re going to ride me again later. You might be an ice queen as far as everyone else is concerned, but you melt just fine when you’re using me as your throne.”
His dirty talk was making me look at that ridiculous nickname in a whole new light. “Please.”
“Please what, Waverly?” He dipped a finger into my drenched core, and pleasure coursed through my body. “Please fuck you with my fingers? Give you my mouth? Sink my cock all the way inside? What do you want?”
My breathing became choppy. “Yes, please. All of it. Any of it. Whatever you want, just don’t make me wait.”
Ryland’s breath was hot against my neck as he chuckled.
“Such a greedy little queen.” He slipped in another finger and swirled his wrist. “I think it’s going to be my cock this time because I feel as though I’m going to blow any second, and I haven’t even gotten back inside you yet.”
“Yesss,” I hissed.
“Fuck. You’re so damn wet.” He thrust his fingers in and out, and I chased his touch with my hips, needing more. “I love that this is all for me. It’s mine. And it has only ever been mine.”
When he withdrew his fingers, I mewled in protest. “Don’t worry, queenie. I’m not going to leave you hanging again. Unless we’re forced to stop against my will, I’ll always take care of your needs.”
He hiked my leg up higher, his fingers digging into my thigh as he notched the crown of his dick at my drenched opening. Before he entered me, he stroked his hard shaft through my wetness. Then he used two fingers to part my folds, making it easier for him to slide his thick cock in until he was fully seated inside me, his balls resting against my butt.
My inner walls clenched at the invasion. “I feel so full.”
“That’s because you are,” Ryland grunted as he dragged his dick out a couple of inches before driving back in a little harder. “You’re full of every inch I’ve got to give. Taking it so perfectly, too, with nothing between us.”
“Oh, yes,” I moaned when he began to pump in and out, hard and fast, with one hand on my hip helping to pull me back against him with each thrust. The fingers he’d been using to hold me open to his invasion glided up to circle my clit.
My inner walls fluttered around him. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” I panted as he applied more pressure to my overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Come for me, queenie,” he rasped, the sting of his teeth nipping at my earlobe sending a zing of sensation to my core. “Let me feel your pussy squeezing the shit out of my cock. Make me lose control so I spill inside you.”
The fingers at my clit and nipple picked up the tempo as he increased the pace of his thrusts. That was all it took to send me flying over the edge, my release more powerful than any I had felt before. A scream ripped from my throat as my head flew back against his chest, and I cried out. “Yes! Oh, Ryland! Yes!”
He kept me trapped against his body, working me through my orgasm with his fingers and cock while fireworks burst behind my eyelids. Then he planted himself deep and bit my shoulder hard enough to leave another mark, causing me to scream again as my pleasure ratcheted up a notch.
“Fuck, yes. Waverly! Fuck!” he shouted, rolling me onto my stomach and yanking my ass high in the air. He rammed in and out of me for a minute before his orgasm finally rolled over him. His dick spasmed, and I felt his hot seed splashing against my inner walls and filling me with warmth. “Your pussy is sucking me dry. That’s my good queenie.”
His hips didn’t stop moving, and he continued to slowly move in and out of me in languid thrusts until I was a boneless heap melted into the mattress. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
