The Mating Game: Big Bad Wolf(39)

Ryker nipped and kissed her inner thighs, worked her quads with his strong, clever fingers.

He moved in excruciating slow motion until she was quivering with need and expectation.

She could have cried with relief when his mouth descended on her slick, needy pussy. He gently tongued the slit, then parted the petals with his fingers so he could access the sensitive bundle of nerves that yearned for his touch. He lapped at it, flicking it firmly and rapidly then alternating long, languid licks. As she moaned and writhed beneath his mouth, he slid his finger into her sopping channel, working it in and out and hitting her G-spot with every stroke.

Excitement wound up inside her like a spring, tighter and tighter with every expert touch, until she cried out, arching to meet his mouth as the tension inside her snapped and shudders of bliss radiated from her core and through every muscle of her body. She lay limp and gasping as Ryker lifted his face from between her legs, his mouth and chin glossy with her juices. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

He trailed kisses over the soft swell of her belly, then took her breasts in his large, warm palms. He bent his dark head and suckled on her nipple, circling it with the tip of his tongue, sending quicksilver threads of lust straight back down to her clit. She moaned and threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him against her breast and parting her thighs to allow him to settle more snugly between

He lifted his head and gazed directly into her eyes, his gaze smoldering in its intensity as he positioned the head of his cock at her still-twitching entrance. Her flesh was plump and swollen from his ministrations, but she was slick and ready for him as he slid inside her. She groaned with satisfaction at the feeling of being filled by him. His answering moan thrilled through her.

He began to move, slowly at first but then flexing his hips harder and faster as they moved towards shared bliss. Daisy urged him on with little moans and he replied with hoarse, half-incoherent murmurs of love and desire. The world narrowed until it was nothing more than the feeling of holding Ryker in her arms as he moved inside her, his hot breath on her face, and the pounding of their hearts, so in sync she couldn’t tell one from the other.

Ryker’s gaze never wavered from hers, even as his breath became harsh and choppy and his features contorted into an expression of orgasmic pleasure-pain. His shouts of release hurled her into her own climax, and they clung together, shuddering, as the breathtaking bliss rolled on and on.

Afterwards, as she fell asleep in his arms, she thought smugly, He forgot to ask me about the secret.





Chapter Sixteen




Friday



“Crud, I forgot to tell Jasmine,” Daisy muttered as she hurried up the school’s front steps. She needed to tell Jasmine about how popular her jacket design had been on social media. Ryker had told her that it was still trending, whatever that meant. Jasmine would probably know, and it would make her feel good.

Ryker had also told Daisy lots of other things that morning as he drove her to school. Things like how he missed her when she wasn’t there. How sweet she smelled. How much his mother loved her.

But he hadn’t gone that extra step…he hadn’t asked her to stay after the investors’ meeting. Was there a reason for that? Was Daisy different, or did he sweet-talk all his girlfriends like that?

Mrs. Finster was standing in the hallway, tacking up a bulletin advertising an upcoming PTA night. “Hey, have you seen Jasmine? I need to talk to her,” she said.

Mrs. Finster turned to her with a glum expression. “So you heard, eh?” she said, shaking her head unhappily. “I don’t know what she’ll do now.”

“What? No, I didn’t hear. What happened?”

“She got in a fight with some kid this morning, and she was expelled.”

“No way!” Daisy cried in dismay. “For just one fight?”

Mrs. Finster raised an eyebrow. “No, this was the final straw. You know how she is, Daisy. She gets in fights all the time. Defaces school property. Threatens other kids.”

“But…a big part of that tough act is just survival around here,” Daisy protested. “Kids who are perceived as weak get beaten up and picked on. I’ve only ever heard of her threatening bullies, and she sticks up for weaker kids. And she’s got so much talent, and she really does care about other people and…” She glanced out the window, through the bars, and saw Jasmine walking angrily away.

She hurried out the front door, ran down the steps, and caught up to Jasmine.

“Wait up,” she said. “What happened today?”

Jasmine glowered at the ground and kept walking. “Billy tripped me in the hallway, and I wasn’t in the mood, so I clocked him.”