Ryker
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I swiftly grab my wallet from my pants and hand it to her. “There’s a condom in there.”
That’s all I need to say and she’s rifling through it with deft fingers. I use the opportunity to get my pants off, doing a strange and quite unsexy hop to get my shoes and socks off. When I pop back up, naked and my dick so hard it’s pointed straight up, Gray is just ripping into the foil packet.
She pulls the rubber free, but before we can go any further, I take her by the face and kiss her again. I’m getting ready to sink myself into her and I know we’ll both be lost for a while. I need to kiss her just one more time so she knows.
When our lips part, she looks at me with half-closed eyes and a smile on her face. I give her head just a little shake and her focus clears a bit.
“I don’t do flings, okay?” I tell her.
She nods.
“You understand,” I press her. “This is not a fling. It’s not a one-time thing.”
Her eyes flicker back and forth for a moment, and then she smiles at me. “Understood.”
I give her a swift, appreciative kiss and then release her. Pushing my hips forward, I give a nod down toward my aching cock. “Put it on me.”
The feeling of her hands on me is indescribable. She’s gentle yet assured. Her confidence is sexy as hell, and when she has me fully sheathed, she steps in close, puts her lips to the base of my throat, and whispers. “Fuck me, Ryker.”
I’m done for.
I’m a lost man.
I push her onto the bed and follow right along. As if it’s the perfect choreographed dance, I raise her legs with a hand behind each knee, spread her wide, and sink right down into her.
Deep and without any gentle prodding.
I push until my pelvis is pressed hard against her and Gray gives a grunt of supreme pleasure before rasping out, “Feels good.”
God it feels good. I mean really, really good. Like so good I’m afraid to move because I might come in about two strokes.
But then Gray brings her arms up, slides her hands behind my neck, and pulls me down for a kiss. Her tongue slips right into my mouth because it knows it belongs there, and that somehow grounds me.
I start a gentle tunneling motion while we kiss. Our breathing comes faster, and when we can’t continue the deep, tongue-thrusting kisses because we may suffocate, I press my cheek to hers while I fuck her. I pull out slowly but start to push in harder, so I’m impaling her over and over again.
She gives a tiny groan in her throat every time I pound into her, which makes me just go faster and deeper. When we reach that frenzied skin-slapping pace, the monster breaks free again. I rear back a bit, pull Gray’s ankles to my shoulders, and look down as my cock presses back into her.
At this angle, I hit deep and I’m pretty sure my dick is knocking up against her cervix. I have a brief moment of worry when my first thrust from this position causes Gray to cry out, but she quickly follows it with a chant of, “So good, so good, so good.”
This fuels me on. Faster, faster, faster. Headboard knocking up against the wall and I briefly worry about who is next door, but then my orgasm starts to flicker and I can’t think of anything else except…
Gray has to come again.
“Are you close?” I groan as I slow my pace just a tad.
“I think so,” she whispers, and while I’d love nothing more than to try to time my pace with hers and for us to come in a glorious cascade of mutual pleasure, I don’t want to take the chance I leave her behind.
I pull out, drop her legs from my shoulders, and bring my face to her pussy again. I shove my tongue inside of her for a brief moment, then close my mouth around her clit. I hit her quickly, groaning against her, and with just a few flicks, she’s breaking apart on me. The minute she cries out and I feel her start to stiffen, I surge up, grab just one of her legs to raise it, and slip back inside of her wet heat.
I hit her at an angle, straddling her other leg, and start driving into her hard. My ass muscles clench with every thrust and I rotate my pelvis so that I’m assured every single part of my cock is stroked by every single part of her pussy.
And I fucking blow right apart. I throw my head back, grit my teeth, and start to come while pressed up against her tightly. My head drops and a gush of sweet relief blows out of my mouth, followed by a deep groan.
“Oh, God,” I mutter as my hips continue to rotate and grind against her as I unload everything I have and then some.
Gray’s hands move to my shoulders and she lightly presses her fingertips down into my muscles. I lift my face and find her smiling at me with sweat glistening on her forehead. “Good?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I answer, too depleted to even give her a smile back. Those words just officially sapped me of my remaining energy.
I lower myself down, wrap my arms around her waist, and then roll our bodies until I’m on my back and she’s lying completely on top of me. I’m still wedged inside of her and I can feel the slickness of sweat between us.
Gray crosses her forearms over my chest, places her chin there, and looks down at me. “I know I should feel guilty about that but I just can’t find it within me.”
“You’re still high off those orgasms,” I tell her with a wink. “When you do the walk of shame tomorrow morning, the guilt will come.”
She snorts at me as she pushes up a bit. “First, it’s already morning. Second, I don’t ever walk with shame, but I will have to surreptitiously slip out of here soon.”
That’s all I need to say and she’s rifling through it with deft fingers. I use the opportunity to get my pants off, doing a strange and quite unsexy hop to get my shoes and socks off. When I pop back up, naked and my dick so hard it’s pointed straight up, Gray is just ripping into the foil packet.
She pulls the rubber free, but before we can go any further, I take her by the face and kiss her again. I’m getting ready to sink myself into her and I know we’ll both be lost for a while. I need to kiss her just one more time so she knows.
When our lips part, she looks at me with half-closed eyes and a smile on her face. I give her head just a little shake and her focus clears a bit.
“I don’t do flings, okay?” I tell her.
She nods.
“You understand,” I press her. “This is not a fling. It’s not a one-time thing.”
Her eyes flicker back and forth for a moment, and then she smiles at me. “Understood.”
I give her a swift, appreciative kiss and then release her. Pushing my hips forward, I give a nod down toward my aching cock. “Put it on me.”
The feeling of her hands on me is indescribable. She’s gentle yet assured. Her confidence is sexy as hell, and when she has me fully sheathed, she steps in close, puts her lips to the base of my throat, and whispers. “Fuck me, Ryker.”
I’m done for.
I’m a lost man.
I push her onto the bed and follow right along. As if it’s the perfect choreographed dance, I raise her legs with a hand behind each knee, spread her wide, and sink right down into her.
Deep and without any gentle prodding.
I push until my pelvis is pressed hard against her and Gray gives a grunt of supreme pleasure before rasping out, “Feels good.”
God it feels good. I mean really, really good. Like so good I’m afraid to move because I might come in about two strokes.
But then Gray brings her arms up, slides her hands behind my neck, and pulls me down for a kiss. Her tongue slips right into my mouth because it knows it belongs there, and that somehow grounds me.
I start a gentle tunneling motion while we kiss. Our breathing comes faster, and when we can’t continue the deep, tongue-thrusting kisses because we may suffocate, I press my cheek to hers while I fuck her. I pull out slowly but start to push in harder, so I’m impaling her over and over again.
She gives a tiny groan in her throat every time I pound into her, which makes me just go faster and deeper. When we reach that frenzied skin-slapping pace, the monster breaks free again. I rear back a bit, pull Gray’s ankles to my shoulders, and look down as my cock presses back into her.
At this angle, I hit deep and I’m pretty sure my dick is knocking up against her cervix. I have a brief moment of worry when my first thrust from this position causes Gray to cry out, but she quickly follows it with a chant of, “So good, so good, so good.”
This fuels me on. Faster, faster, faster. Headboard knocking up against the wall and I briefly worry about who is next door, but then my orgasm starts to flicker and I can’t think of anything else except…
Gray has to come again.
“Are you close?” I groan as I slow my pace just a tad.
“I think so,” she whispers, and while I’d love nothing more than to try to time my pace with hers and for us to come in a glorious cascade of mutual pleasure, I don’t want to take the chance I leave her behind.
I pull out, drop her legs from my shoulders, and bring my face to her pussy again. I shove my tongue inside of her for a brief moment, then close my mouth around her clit. I hit her quickly, groaning against her, and with just a few flicks, she’s breaking apart on me. The minute she cries out and I feel her start to stiffen, I surge up, grab just one of her legs to raise it, and slip back inside of her wet heat.
I hit her at an angle, straddling her other leg, and start driving into her hard. My ass muscles clench with every thrust and I rotate my pelvis so that I’m assured every single part of my cock is stroked by every single part of her pussy.
And I fucking blow right apart. I throw my head back, grit my teeth, and start to come while pressed up against her tightly. My head drops and a gush of sweet relief blows out of my mouth, followed by a deep groan.
“Oh, God,” I mutter as my hips continue to rotate and grind against her as I unload everything I have and then some.
Gray’s hands move to my shoulders and she lightly presses her fingertips down into my muscles. I lift my face and find her smiling at me with sweat glistening on her forehead. “Good?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I answer, too depleted to even give her a smile back. Those words just officially sapped me of my remaining energy.
I lower myself down, wrap my arms around her waist, and then roll our bodies until I’m on my back and she’s lying completely on top of me. I’m still wedged inside of her and I can feel the slickness of sweat between us.
Gray crosses her forearms over my chest, places her chin there, and looks down at me. “I know I should feel guilty about that but I just can’t find it within me.”
“You’re still high off those orgasms,” I tell her with a wink. “When you do the walk of shame tomorrow morning, the guilt will come.”
She snorts at me as she pushes up a bit. “First, it’s already morning. Second, I don’t ever walk with shame, but I will have to surreptitiously slip out of here soon.”
