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Fuck.I told myself I would wait for us to get in a bed together. But the burning lust I feel now can’t possibly wait that long.

I’m fucked.

Completely fucked.

The dress fallsoff her shoulders and I catch the fabric, holding as much of it as I can in one hand so the pretty white dress doesn’t touch the ground. Joslin stabilizes her weight on my shoulders, sending a jolt of lust for her surging through me. Then, she steps out of the dress, giving me a view of her perfect ass in a white lace thong.

And that perfectview of her sexy dark brown ass nearly ends me right there.

Chapter Thirty-Three

JOSLIN

Ishould have had the good sense to never turn my back on a man who thinks and moves like a predator. One glimpse of my butt and Ryder’s energy in the cramped gas station bathroom shifts. I know he plans to escalate his first touch, but I don’t expect how exactly. His palm grips my ass and in one swift movement, he thrusts my body against the wall, pinning me there with his.

The cold tiles send a chill straight through me as I yelp out in surprise. Ryder’s grip on my ass just gets tighter as he pushes me against the cold tiles with his hips more forcefully.

“Do you feel how fucking hard you get me?” He growls, as if this explains his sudden loss of control. I try to answer him, but Ryder pins me so forcefully to the tiled bathroom walls that the words don’t come out. Strange desire pools between my thighs, but the guilt I thought would disappear after our marriage lingers.

This man is dangerous. He’s a criminal… He gets me so wet that I promised myself to him forever just so I could have him. That strange power Ryder has over me scares the crap out of me. Even now, as he gives in to the darkest parts of his lust… my pussy drips for him.

“Yes…” I gasp, solely meaning the word in response to his question but inadvertently giving Ryder permission to act on the dirty thoughts racing through his head. The hand gripping my bare ass snakes its way between the thong lace and my bare flesh. Even his touch burns with his desire.

I told the truth when I responded to him. Ryder’s dick feels like a firm, warm lump against my ass, as large as a coiled rattlesnake. He pushes his hips forward as his fingers sneakily remove the lace from the front of my mound and he slides two of his fingers possessively between my lower lips.

He never touched me like this before “I do”. The moan that escapes me feels loud enough to be heard outside the gas station walls. He might have paid off that kid but… what if someone else can hear us? Ryder obviously doesn’t care.

“I love that sound,” he whispers, running his fingers over the length of my slit. “Your soft pussy gets so fucking wet when I touch you.”

His fingers continue their exploration. While he touches me possessively, Ryder handles my mound with shocking sweetness. Like he wants to know every inch of me, even as he pants heavily and keeps me pinned to the bathroom wall with no intention of allowing me escape. His body’s heat soon distracts me from the cold walls. My attention focuses on the pleasurable waves between my legs.

His touch gets me soaked. He’s right. Ryder makes my pleasure even more intense by kissing my neck. The dark stubble on his face tickles my neck and gives his kiss a distinct texture that provokes desires I didn’t realize I had. My hips push back against his crotch involuntarily. My body’s motion makes his dick throb and Ryder’s fingers continue to tease my clit, forcing me into shallow, heavy breathing that utterly defeats any chance I might have had to protest his actions.

“That’s right, baby,” he whispers. “Get ready for your husband’s dick. I know it’s not the most romantic place but… Now that you’re mine, I can’t control my need to cum…”

Just when I want to resist him the most, Ryder’s fingers slide across a sweet spot that cascades one wave of pleasure into a full on climax. Every part of me tingles as euphoria rushes through me. My body moves closer to Ryder’s as he massages my clit and forces the waves of excitement rushing through me to stay at an intense peak.

I slam my hands against the tiles to brace myself as the intensity of my orgasm nearly knocks me unconscious. That’s the only other way I can describe the prickling of lights in front of my eyes and the way I can barely stand up just from the way Ryder touches me. Sensing my total satisfaction, Ryder removes his dripping fingers from my white lace panties.

I can hear the sloppy noises of his tongue working those fingers clean without turning around. Ryder grabs the thong with his other hand and I know I have less than a few seconds before he succumbs to his lust and rips that damn thong clean off my body.

“That thong looks exactly as good as I thought it would against your dark, sexy ass,” Ryder says in that low voice that sounds so damn sexy with his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

“Are you ready to feel my dick?”

He rips the thong away from my skin. I hear the fabric tear and feel a slight pinching sensation against my hips where the force of Ryder’s tugging shreds the thong he just purchased from the wedding emporium. My body trembles nervously as every inch of my body awakens to the height of Ryder’s craving for me.

He runs his tongue over my neck as he reaches his hand between my legs and spreads my soft, lower lips apart to expose my center. His fingers’ soft exploration between my legs as he holds me pressed up against the tiled wall forces a gush of liquid to squirt out of me and dribble down my thighs.

Ryder groans and I hear him undoing his belt and dropping his pants with his free hand as he uses the other to fondle my soaked lower lips and spread my dripping juices over every inch of my exposed mound.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, rubbing his finger between my pussy lips and once more exploring the full length of my slit. “I knew you would get even wetter than before when we were about to fuck…”

Something warm and large presses against my entrance. My first thought is that it’s his fist. But it’s oddly soft and velvety. I glance over my shoulder, incapable of stopping myself from watching him. My heart thumps erratically once I realize that the large thing about to enter my pussy is actually Ryder’s dick.

It’s way bigger than I expected. I had no real expectations, but Ryder’s size made me think he might be well-endowed. This doesn’t feel like a dick. It feels like something bigger. His cheeks darken as he notices the fear on my face, but he doesn’t stop himself. Ryder maintains eye contact as he grabs my hips and pushes the large head of his dick against my dripping entrance.

“I know it will hurt,” he says in an oddly soothing voice. “You’re so small… But you’re so fucking wet…”