Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Okay—Ryker James, hockey sensation turned cowboy, likes dirty talk. Sign me the fuck up.
He feasts on me. He doesn’t just taste or sample—he devours my pussy as if it’s his only job in life and he’s aiming for a promotion.
And then he adds two fingers to the mix, and I’m done for.
“Ryker, I’m gonna—” My hands are fisted in his hair, my hips are moving of their own accord, and I’m going to explode with the craziest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“Come all over my face, sweetheart. Make a mess of me.” His fingers brush over that spot that makes me wild, and then I’m flying through the stratosphere. “That’s my girl. God, you’re so damn beautiful, baby.”
Turns out, I have a praise kink.
He’s kissing and licking his way up my torso, and then he takes my hands and pins them above my head with one of his and cups my face with the other as he kisses me. I can taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.
I want all of this man. The funny boy I crushed on, the man that I’m so proud of, the one that I trust more than anyone in this world.
I want him.
“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you, Ry.”
He tips his forehead to mine and moves his hips, dragging his length against my sopping wet slit.
“I need you, too, but we have a problem.”
“We’d better not have a problem. If you reject me again, I swear to God—”
He exhales and shakes his head. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I blink at him and frown, but then a smile spreads over my face.
“Why do you look happy about that?”
“Because that means you weren’t planning to fuck a bunch of random women out here.”
He blinks in surprise, and then his eyes narrow. “Would you be jealous if I did?”
“Psh. Yes.” I lift up to kiss his chin. “I’m on the pill, and it’s been a long time for me, so please finish what you started.”
He releases my arms, and I wrap them around his neck as he buries his fingers in my hair, watching me. “Did I hear you right? I get to take you bare?”
“Please do.”
“I promise,” he says with a swallow, “I’ve been tested. I’m good to go.”
“I trust you, Ry.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He immediately presses the crown inside me, and I suck in a sharp breath as he lets out a low groan.
Holy shit. I’m sopping wet, but he’s big, and I haven’t had sex in a really, alarmingly long time.
“Breathe, Trouble.” He nibbles my lips and brushes my hair off my face. “Take a breath for me.”
I do as he guides my leg up higher over his hip, and he pushes in farther, then pauses.
“You’re so fucking tight.” One hand drags down to my breast, where he grazes my nipple with his thumb, but those hot dark eyes are pinned to mine. “You feel incredible. Fuck, your pussy is hugging me so hard.”
I take another breath, and he pushes in the rest of the way, bottoming out, and we stare at each other.
I’ve never felt so close to another human being in my life.
“Ryker.” I frame his face and kiss his lips, and then he starts to move. Long, deep, hard strokes that feel like he’ll break me in half, and like he’s claiming me. Branding me as his. “Oh, God.”
“Not yet.” His voice is hard and demanding now, and his hand circles my throat, but he doesn’t cut off my air. “Look at me, Wills. You won’t come yet.”
Oh, I like bossy Ryker. I like him a lot.
“I don’t know if I can stop it.”
He pulls out all the way, and my muscles clamp down on nothing.
“Hey!”
“I said not yet.” He bites my lower lip, sending another jolt down to my pussy. “You can give me your sexy-as-fuck sass all you want, but you won’t come until I say you can.”
“Please.”
“I like it when you ask nicely.” Skimming his lips down my jawline, he whispers, “Ask me again.”
“Please, Ry, make me come?”
He pushes in, all the way, and as my walls clench around him, he growls, “Come, Willow. Come for me.”
Thank God. I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to, which I don’t. And as I fall apart, tears filling my eyes, my legs shaking, incoherent words falling from my lips, Ryker comes with me, rocking into me and spilling himself inside me.
He doesn’t move away as soon as he’s finished. He holds me to him, peppering kisses all over my face and neck, dragging his hand up and down my side as if he’s comforting me.
“Your body is supernatural,” I inform him after I catch my breath. His head pops up, and he lifts an eyebrow. “Like, I knew you were ripped and stuff from the hockey, but God, Ry, you’re just . . . I don’t have words.”