Groaning softly, he presses his thumb against my clit, teasing it while his mouth still owns mine. My hips twitch instinctively, desperate for more, but he keeps the pressure maddeningly light, circling just enough to make me whimper.
I can feel his cock stiffening against my thigh with every wet caress, and my nipples are hardening against my bra.
Just when I feel myself spiraling toward release, he pulls away. He suddenly withdraws his hands away from me. Then he stops his kiss without warning, leaving me bereft and on edge.
“What are you?—”
“Keep your arms where they are,” he commands, unzipping his pants.
The sound of his zipper is louder than the silence around us. My mouth waters at the thought of finally feeling all of him again. He quickly pulls out a condom and sheathes his cock, and before I can look down and determine how much of him I need to brace for, he lifts my leg and slides into me.
“Ahhhh…” I can’t help but moan as he fills me. “Ryderrr…”
He grips my ass and pulls me closer, forcing my pussy to take every single inch. And before I can cry out again, he tightens his grip on my skin and pushes me back and forth, away and to him… giving me exactly what I need—a flavor of sex I’ve never tasted, all-consuming in a way I never knew existed.
There’s no use in trying to be a co-conductor with him; he’s in total control, and from the heated look in his eyes, I know he’ll keep it that way.
He bites my bottom lip as my pussy throbs against him, but he doesn’t slow down. He keeps kissing me between deep strokes, handling my body like he owns it, like I’m a puppet connected to his well-tamed strings. Every thrust shatters what little resolve I have left. I’m completely undone, molded by his rhythm, remade by his dominance.
I come with his name on my lips, his cock still serving me sensual strokes. The orgasm hits me in rolling waves, my body clenching around him as I forget every rule I’ve ever lived by. He finds his release moments later.
As I’m struggling to breathe, my phone buzzes against the counter.
Kylie…
Ryder pushes it out of my reach, then slides out of me.
He leans in, lips grazing my ear. “You think I’m done with you?”
“Turn around,” he commands.
“Huh?” I pant. “Why?”
“So I can finish fucking you and make sure that this is the very last time that you have the audacity to lie to me about where you really are…”
End of Episode 6
No Going Back
EPISODE 7
Ryder
Autumn collapses against the bar, her fingers clawing at the counter’s edge.
The taste of her skin lingers on my lips, and with every breath she takes, I’m reminded of all the reasons why I should’ve never let this woman get so close to me.
Then again, there’s no point in dwelling on decisions after they’ve already been made.
Pushing away those thoughts, the look in Chester’s eyes when he saw me here suddenly crosses my mind. His irises weren’t brimming with uncontrollable rage as usual; they were radiating with worry.
He’s not telling me something...
“I need you to say that you won’t lie to me again, Autumn.” I steady her before she can fall to the floor.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” I grip her waist tighter. “You will lie again?”
