She whimpers against my palm, her hips still trying to move even though I’ve got her pinned. I drive into her again, slow but hard, and she moans into my hand, muffled and filthy and desperate.
“That’s it,” I groan, my voice rough. “Be good for me. Be quiet, and I’ll give you my cock. I’ll fuck you so hard you forget your own name. But you gotta earn it. Can you do that, huh? Can you keep those pretty sounds inside?”
She nods. But she can’t stay silent. Not with the way I’m fucking her. Her thighs start shaking again, and her muffled cries only get louder, her body straining against my grip. My hand presses tighter over her mouth, her moans breaking into these wrecked little sounds that I feel all the way through me.
“Such a good girl for me,” I murmur, my voice breaking as I thrust harder, grinding deep on every stroke. “Take it. You can take it.”
She’s so close. I can feel it. I let go of her mouth, and the noises she makes sends shivers down my spine.
“I need more,” she gasps, her voice trembling as she glances at me over her shoulder, her hair stuck to her cheek. “Please?—”
I freeze, my breath ragged as I look down at her. A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face when it finally clicks.
“Oh, baby.” I pull out slowly, savoring the slick glide as she tries to hold onto me, and ignore the needy noise she makes as I reach for the nightstand. “You just had to ask.”
My fingers wrap around exactly what I need. The second I turn on my massage gun, the low hum vibrates through the air.
Her eyes widen. “Ryan?—”
I press it to her clit, and she jerks, her body lifting off the bed.
“Fuck—fuck—oh god?—”
Her legs shake, knees slipping on the sheets, fingers clawing at the mattress. I keep one hand on her hip, the other holding the makeshift vibrator right where she needs it.
She’s sobbing, moaning uncontrollably, her voice breaking. “I need?—”
I slide back inside her.
“Ahh—oh fuck, fuck, fuck—” Her gasps turn to sobbing moans.
Her whole body seizes, trembles, shakes against me, and I can feel the flood of her release gush around my cock—soaking me, soaking the sheets, leaking down her thighs.
She lets out broken whimpers, her face buried in the sheets. “R-Ryan—oh god?—”
“Fuck, Isabella—” I groan, grabbing her hips and pounding into her once, twice, and then I’m gone. The orgasm slams into me, and I come deep inside her, my entire body shuddering as I spill into her.
I keep rocking into her through it, slowly, groaning every time a rush of pleasure curls up my spine.
I kiss her neck. Her shoulder. Trail my lips up to her mouth and kiss her slow, messy, breathless.
“You still alive?” I ask against her lips.
She lets out a broken laugh. “Barely.”
I chuckle, kissing her again. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this girl.
I finally pull out of her, both of us groaning as I do and roll to my side, holding her against me. She’s dazed, her eyes half-lidded, lips red and swollen, and her thighs slick, pussy stretched and full.
She looks wrecked.
And so fucking beautiful it hurts.
For a moment, neither of us moves. We just lie there, tangled up in each other, our hearts still racing.
I chuckle, tossing the massage gun aside. “That good, huh?”
She lets out a weak, breathy laugh. “You’re… a genius.”
