Page 106 of The Path to Loving Him
A surprised sound falls out of my lips before a smile crosses my face. “Yes, Ryland. More. Make me come hard.”
He grumbles, then brings the head of his cock to my entrance. And with one solid thrust, he bottoms out, making me cry out his name. My head falls forward and my stomach hollows as he hits me in that spot only he has ever touched.
“You’re huge.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “So fucking big.”
He slaps my ass, and I tense around him. “Shit,” he grumbles.
“Again. Spank me again.”
He slides his hand up my back, then down, and when he reaches my ass, he spanks me a little harder, causing my inner walls to shake.
“Shit, that feels amazing,” he says. He does it again.
And again.
And again.
And one more time until I can feel my arousal start to drip because this is what I need. What I want. Sex with Ryland. It’s rough. It’s erotic. It’s raw. There’s no finesse, it’s just us trying to make each other come as quickly as we can, and this time, he has me on a short leash.
“I’m close,” I say as he spanks me again. “So close.”
“Let me get there,” he says, and then he starts pumping inside me. I take that opportunity to squeeze every time he pumps inside. The first time I do it, he cries out my name. The second, he goes feral.
“This fucking cunt,” he says, gripping my hips and pounding into me. “It will kill me.” His fingers dig into my skin, and he rocks me so hard that I focus on holding the tub, not letting him budge me. “Take my fucking cock. Every inch.”
I bite down on my lip as my orgasm climbs higher and higher. The way he’s rocking into me, bottoming out with every stroke, hitting me in just the right spot, filling me up so much that the room starts to spin.
The light starts to dim.
And pleasure starts shooting up my legs, down my arms, pooling in the base of my stomach.
“Fuck . . . I’m . . . I’m there,” I say.
“Then come, come all over my goddamn cock.” He spanks me, letting a large snap to sound through the room. It’s all I need as I squeeze around him, and my orgasm races down my spine and right between my legs.
“Oh my God!” I shout. “Ohhhhhhh, yes, Ryland. Yes.”
I squeeze his cock, creating such a tight friction that he slows his pace and intensifies his grip on me.
“Uhhhh, fuck,” he moans right before I feel him pull out. The sound of his hand riding over his length fills the room right before I feel his hot cum fly over my backside. “Fucking hell,” he says softly, his breath heavy as he tries to catch it.
We both remain still for a few seconds before he picks up the washcloth and wipes himself and me.
When I’m cleaned up, he tosses the washcloth to the side, then lifts and turns me around. He lifts my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. When I do, there’s concern in them.
“Did I hurt you? I fucking forgot about your legs.”
I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
He lets out a deep breath and then surprisingly, pulls me into a hug. “This wasn’t supposed to happen again.” His hand lightly caresses my back.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
