Page 55 of Lemon Cake

“Please, Rider,” she begged and yanked at his hair again.

He relented with a groan, kissing her clit before he separated from her. “But it sounds so perfect when you orgasm for me.”

Gemma panted, her chest heavily rising and falling. He suddenly regretted not having removed that shirt. What a beautiful sight that would’ve been, her tits flat on her chest, her head rolled back and her pulse visibly racing beneath her skin.

He kissed her inner thighs again—first right then left—before he pushed both his hands under her ass and shifted her back to the middle of the bed, kneeling between her legs. He kissed her forehead, making sure to keep his still aching cock at distance from her tantalising pussy.

“Fuck, I should have brought condoms,” he grumbled and kissed her temple.

“We don’t need condoms.”

He pulled his head up to crook a brow at her. “We don’t?”

She shook her head and with red hot cheeks she pressedher lips together.

“You’re on birth control?”

“Went on it as soon as we started dating.”

“You’re telling me I can fuck your pussy bare?”

“Yes.”

“Come inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Shit, even feel you come without a damn condom?”

“Yes, Rider—just do it,” Gemma whined, tugging at his hips.

His mouth crashed onto hers, one hand slipping under her neck to support his rather rough kiss. His heart pumped so fast he thought his veins would pop. “May I fuck you?”

“I love when you make something so dirty sound so hot.” He couldn’t help but grin as she took her time answering, though her lust-filled eyes already told him his answer. “You may.”

He kissed her again, this time much softer, and pushed a hand between them to guide his cock into place. He slipped his tip through her wet heat and down to her entrance, eagerly swallowing the moan she fed him.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

“I trust you.”

Ridergrowled.“Don’t make me come too soon, baby.” Then, he remembered how she liked it. “Grab a pillow and push it under your hips.”

“So thoughtful,” she praised, doing as she was told.

Once she was comfortable, she utilised his hair as reins and hauled him in for another kiss. Rider pushed through,immediately feeling friction that made him pause. “Do you have lube?”

Gemma nodded and stretched for the nightstand, Rider reaching forward when she came up short. He grabbed the wooden box and set it next to them on the mattress. He looked inside and found what he was looking for—and so much more, but he made a mental note of those for later. He drizzled some of the liquid onto his fingers, spreading it around inside Gemma before coating his cock with the rest. Looking back up, he found her watching with an uncomfortable expression on her face.

As a distraction, he leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers again. With one shift of his hips, he slid inside her, much easier. Her pussy soft, but tight around his cock. He stayed gentle, giving her time to adjust and distracting her with his tongue on her lips. She parted her mouth, her tongue now meeting his. The more he claimed, the more certain he was that his orgasm was imminent.

He broke the kiss, eyeing the box next to them. “Which one is certain to make you come fast?”

Gemma glanced over at her toys, indicating a small silicone rose. Rider recognized it—the reviews were incredible.

“I would like to watch you use it.”

She bit her lip and slowly nodded, her face a shade of pink that he knew far too well as embarrassment.