Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 27 ~ Ryder

“Ryder?” she whispered, out of breath. Her forehead rested against my chest.

“Yeah?” I drawled, still in a trance, with my chest heaving.

“This can never happen again. Ever.” Her voice was terse.

I blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“I told you: one night only. This was it.”

I shook my head. Impossible.

“Are you f*cking crazy?” I growled.

Now that I’d had her, there was no f*cking way in hell I wasn’t getting seconds. And thirds.

“This is our only time. It’s just the way it has to be.”

“Why? Tell me . . .” I demanded.

Her big eyes were sad. “My family. My brother. If they ever saw me with you—”

“Stop fighting me. We already have the odds stacked against us.” I placed a kiss in her hair.

“You’re not listening to me.”

I didn't want to hear any more of this bullshit.

“Shut up, woman. I haven’t finished with you yet. That was just starters.”

She sucked in a breath.

“Lean back, hold on to the handlebars behind you.”

She hesitated for a moment.

“F*cking now,” I growled.

Like the good girl she was, she did as she was told. “Now open those legs for me. I want to taste your p-ssy.”

“Ryder,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

I cocked an eyebrow, she was always challenging me. “Open.”

Her knees fell open, exposing her juicy, still swollen, cunt to my eyes. It was my turn to draw in a breath. “F*ck, you need more, don't you?”

She bit her lip, staring at me.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes screwed shut.

“Tell me you want me to eat your p-ssy.”

She whimpered, her chin trembling.

“Beg me,” I demanded.

“Please.” Her voice was so soft I could hardly hear her.

“Please what? Tell me what you want me to do, Babe. Do you want me to eat your p-ssy or not?”

“Yes. Eat me. Please.” She was learning fast. Smart girl.

Her legs spread even wider. Her p-ssy glistened in the light of the moon. F*ck. I had to taste her juices. I knew it would be unlike anything I'd tasted before.

With my fingers, I opened her lips to expose her *. I leaned forward and buried my head between her legs. With one long sweep, I licked her p-ssy. Just as I thought: sweet. My cock jerked. I licked her dry, eating that sweet p-ssy like a starving man. She whimpered, pushing her mound up into my face. I loved how she responded, always greedy, always wanting it all. She shuddered when I plunged two fingers inside, stroking her.

She moaned, “Oh God.”

“F*ck my fingers,” I groaned.

“I'm going to come,” she panted, “I’m so close.”

“F*ck my face, while I eat you.” I rasped, my tongue circling her *.

“God. Yes,” she cried out, bucking her hips. Her knees trembled under my hands.

I withdrew my fingers and f*cked her with my tongue.

“Come for me,” I ordered, knowing she was ready to explode. My words would push her over the edge. Bitch loved me telling her what to do. And I loved telling her.

“Ryder. Oh God,” she cried into the night, her fingers twisting in my hair, her body convulsing.

Yeah.

Stroking her thighs and kissing her stomach, I let her come down from her high. I moved up her body and kissed her mouth, letting her taste herself. She kissed me back, no hesitation.

Yeah, she was perfect.

My turn.

I let go of her mouth and moved away from her.

“Get off the bike.”

She opened her mouth to speak.

“No talking. The only time you’ll open that mouth is to take my cock.”

She nodded, sliding her ass off the seat.

I leaned against the bike. “Suck me,” I grunted.

For a split second I saw a question in her eyes. Then she bent forward, a curtain of hair falling over her face. I wanted to watch. I gripped her hair and pulled it away just as her tongue flicked out to lick my pre-cum.

“Princess,” I hissed as her tongue rimmed the head.

She took me in her mouth, all the way to the back, without gagging.

Jesus, she was more than perfect.

I held her hair as she sucked and licked, her hands on my thighs.

“Enough,” I rumbled from within my chest, pulling her back by her thick hair so that my cock slipped out of her mouth.

I pushed away from the bike. “Bend over. I'm going to f*ck you now.”

She obeyed. Without a murmur, she hitched her dress up to her hips, exposing her naked flesh to the cool air.

I sucked in a breath. F*ck, she was beautiful.

She leaned over the seat, her perfect heart shaped ass in the air, waiting for my dick to enter her from behind. I rolled a condom on, quickly this time, eager to sink into her. I kicked her legs open wider and stood between them.

“Hold on babe, this is going to be brutal.”

She gripped onto the seat as I slid into her all at once. She moaned, pushing her ass backward to meet me—her eagerness pushed me over the edge.

“Going to f*ck you hard,” I grunted.

“Uh-hmmm,” she replied.

F*ck me. She wanted it hard. So that’s what I gave her.

I came within three strokes. An all time record for me. No other woman had ever gotten me this worked up. Ever.

My Princess bitch was the perfect woman for me.