Ryder - Caveman Insticts Book Three(17)
I closed my eyes and savored Ryder’s touch. I felt his lips brush over mine and I opened my eyes to stare into bright green ones. “You’re mine forever,” he said. “I won’t give you up. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re going to love me.”
I wanted Ryder. It was all I’d thought of for days. Right now I’d say just about anything so he would fuck me. I’d never been so turned on in my life. My body was alight and I knew I needed Ryder to put out my flame, but love? Um, no. I wasn’t even close to that. I was his, for now.
Ryder ran his fingers over me and cupped my breasts. He tweaked my nipples, and the slight pain had me moaning and panting out my answer hoping he would give me what I wanted. “Yours. Now. Yours. Fuck me now.”
Before even the last word left my lips, Ryder smashed his mouth on mine and his hands lifted me up and squeezed my arse as he rubbed himself against me. Pulses of delight spread through me and I savored every brush of his skin against my own. Groaning I tore my mouth away and gazed at the amazing body on me. Letting my fingers explore, I traced the ridges in his back before coming around and trailing the tips over every crevice and muscle. Ryder felt frigging fantastic against me.
I’d seen hot bodies before, being an Army brat with men always around, and I’d seen some big bastards. But never as brawny or big as Ryder. He was as thick as a concrete wall and none of it was fat. It was all toned, yummy muscles that had my gaze following every flex. His hands were at least three times the size of mine and he knew what he was doing with them. Ryder’s sun kissed skin was dark and I was eager to lick and follow the intricate swirls of his tattoos.
Easing up I did just that, starting at the beginning of his neck and licked down his body wiggling between them. We stitched so I was on top and I trailed the thick black swirling tattoos that took up one side of his body. He stiffened under my tongue and I knew he was enjoying my exploring.
Ryder’s deep moan had me gazing up from his stomach. “You’re the perfect little vixen. Right now you own me.”
I liked that. Owning him calmed any nerves that lingered about his claim on me. His hands hooked up my arms and he lifted me up so I was face to face with him.
“I need to be inside you. I’m desperate to make you mine.” He rolled so he hovered above me.
I felt his rock-hard cock as it slid back and forth across my pussy lips. My body was primed for him to take. His cock lined up and the tip slowly slid past my pussy lips. The stretching sensation spread through me and stopped me from pushing him deeper or going faster. It wasn’t painful, just new. I wasn’t used to feeling so full. Gazing up into his passion filled eyes, I relaxed my body as best I could. He sank further and the delightful feeling of his cock being deeper had me clenching and aching for him to move faster. I needed more. I wanted more.
He eyes stared into mine. “You’re mine. I’m never letting you go. You. Are. Mine.” He drove himself with a swift push in.
Screaming as my walls stretched beyond anything I’d ever felt, my body burned and ached, but felt so, so, so good. Panting, as I tried to slow my frantic breathing, I clutched Ryder. He eased back, his dick retreating.
“No, don’t go. Kiss me. Give me a moment more to get used to your size.” His answer was to take my lips to his own, gently coaxing them to respond as he gathered me into his arms, and the motion brought me to rise on his cock. The stretching pain was ebbing now, the full feeling touched every nerve and all the right spots. My body was on the tip of a high just within reach. Wanting to reach my peak I dig my heels into his arse, pushing him deeper.
“You really are my little vixen. Slow down. I’m holding on by a thread. Give me a moment so I don’t blow like a teenage boy. You feel amazing.”
Giggling I clenched my muscles around him experimentally. He moaned and I grinned and wiggled my bum, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. “Move. Now,” I hissed.
Gripping my hips, he eased out, then propelled back in. “You feel amazing. You’re mine,” he snarled as he pumped in and out of me. He reached down with one hand and let his fingers rub my clit. “Tell me who you belong to too.” His rhythm slowed and I groaned in frustration wanting the fast-rough strokes.
“You. I’m yours,” I yelled, wanting him to resume his pace.
He nodded. “Yes. Mine.” His hands tightened almost painfully against me as his speed picked up again and he pistoned into me. Almost drowning in the intense pleasure that flowed through me I watched in a lustful haze as Ryder’s muscles strained and tensed with each retreat and enter. With the pressure within me getting ready to blow, I started to move my hips to meet his thrusts. Running my hands over his chest and back, I let the immense ecstasy wash over me as his speed started to become frantic.