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“You’re so goddamn wet, Tara.” Ryker grips my hips and thrusts into me.

“I have to come,” I say, my body coiling.

He snakes his hand around my neck and smashes his mouth to mine while railing into me. I implode. My orgasm is a heavy, pulsing, head rush. Ryker eats my screams. Our mouths stay fused together, and he groans when I claw down his back. My entire body shakes from what we’re doing.

When he pulls back, I see his bottom lip is bleeding.

Ooops. Sorry, not sorry.

Ryker pulls out and flips me over. “I want inside this ass.”

He tips me up and dumps lube all over my crack. I feel something press into me and quickly realize it’s his finger. I have no clue how I’m going to take his fat cock back there, but I’m determined to try. “You like playing with your little fucktoy, Mr. Hudson?” I ask with a smile on my face.

Ryker stills, now with two fingers in my ass. “Yes,” he growls, then proceeds to finger-fuck me some more.

“How much?”

He bites my shoulder. “Keep talking and I’ll gag you.”

I’m not sure I want a gag yet, so I keep quiet.

He works my ass open for a long time. All the while, I focus on how good my body feels. By the time he presses his dick to my opening, I’m desperate for him to stuff it inside me.

“Breathe, baby.” He runs his hand down my back and over my ass cheeks. “Relax your muscles for me.”

I can’t though. I’m too scared. Too thrilled. Too everything.

“You can do this.” He rubs his head over my hole and presses into it. “You can take it for me. I know you can, slut.” He pushes a little further. “That’s a good girl.” He sucks in air and exhales it with a moan. Little by little, he pushes deeper into me.

I claw the bed. I’m not sure if I like it or not, but it feels…

“That’s it, Tara. You’re doing so good for me.”

I feel like I can totally do this.

Rubbing my clit to keep my body loose, I focus on the St. Andrews cross. I can’t believe Ryker pulled the cuffs so hard, he snapped the chains. This man wanted me so badly, he ripped himself from actual chains to get to me.

I come again. “Oh my God.”

Ryker bottoms out inside my ass. “Fuuuuck, Butterfly, I feel you fluttering.”

With my cheek pressed against the mattress, I reach back and grip his thigh. “Fuck me into oblivion. I need you,” Jesus, my heart’s pounding. “I need to you to break me.”

“What color are you?”

I’ll be borderline yellow if he doesn’t give me what I need right now. “Green, Ry.”

“You won’t be for much longer.” He grips my hips and slams into me until I black out.

Chapter 39

Ryker

I did it. I fucked my girl until she collapsed into a boneless heap of sweat, cum, and tears. Tara passed out just after I unloaded my orgasm into her ass. She held on as long as she could, my brave, sweet girl, but in the end, exhaustion took her. Or pain. I’m not sure which.

Peeling away from her is like taking off a layer of skin. She’s a part of me.

After cleaning off my dick in the bathroom, I get a warm, soapy washcloth and wipe the mess off her as best I can. I can’t believe I trashed her body this way.