Page 51 of The Path to Loving Him
When I bring him all the way back to my throat again, he stiffens and lets out a garbled sound before stepping away. He backs up against the wall, staring down at me, his eyes full of wonderment and hunger.
“I need that pussy.” Then he hands me his condom and I sheath him, only for him to move to the covered toilet. He takes a seat and leans back, then in the sexiest way possible, he beckons me with two fingers. “Get over here.”
Drenched and so fucking ready for him, I walk over to him. He spins me around, then gently guides me down to his lap. I reach between us, angle his cock, and let him sink into me as I lower the rest of the way.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he presses a kiss against my exposed shoulder. “You’re so goddamn perfect. Love this cunt.”
I lean back against his chest and swivel my hips as his hands find my breasts. He massages them, using his palms, letting my nipples move across his fingers as he squeezes.
“So wet. So responsive.”
“You’re huge. God . . . so fucking big,” I whisper as I get lost in the way he controls me.
I swivel over him, seeking out my own pleasure, letting him thrust into me, play with me. It’s all too good.
So freaking good.
And as I rest against his chest, getting played with by this man, he wets two of his fingers and rubs my clit, heightening the experience. Creating a tingle that moves through my arms and legs.
“Yes,” I lightly moan, keeping it quiet as I rock my hips, taking charge of the pace, because now that he’s rubbing my clit, I can feel my need for release close in. “Right there, Ryland. Right . . . there.”
Adrenaline spikes through me.
Need pummels into my chest.
“Shit, you’re close. I can feel it.”
“So close,” I say.
He then pushes me forward, so far forward that I place my hands on the floor in front of me as he scoots to the edge of the toilet.
He grips my hips tightly, and he moves them up and down at such a rapid pace, letting his cock rub against me in such a delicious way that I turn feral.
I want this release.
I need this release.
I squeeze around him, letting him feel how tight I can be, and it’s what he needs as he stands now and starts pounding into me. His pace is relentless, thrusting over and over again.
“That’s it, Gabby. Squeeze my cock.”
I squeeze again when he slams into me, and he’s anything but quiet about it, like he told me. He groans and because I like how unleashed it makes him, I do it again.
And again.
And one more time before I feel my orgasm building to a point of no return.
“Right . . . there,” I say right before my orgasm rips through me, the pleasure so intense that my body goes limp. The only reason I’m still standing is because Ryland is holding me up.
It takes him a few more strokes, but as I convulse around him, he stills and then lets out a low groan, coming inside me.
“Fuck,” he says sharply as he catches his breath and helps me back up to a standing position.
His hand is wrapped around my stomach, holding me close to his undulating chest. We both stand there for a moment, my vision coming back to me while he slowly starts to regulate his breath.
After a few seconds, he releases me, gets rid of his condom by folding it up in toilet paper and tossing it in the trash, and then he turns to me and helps me adjust my robe so it’s back on my shoulders. While I’m cinching it back up, he dresses himself.And when we’re both decent, he sticks his hands in his pockets and shyly smiles as if he wasn’t just the commanding alpha a few seconds ago.
It’s adorable.
