Breathe, Branna, my mind screamed. Fucking breathe!
I greedily sucked air into my lungs and lifted my hand to his shoulder where I dug my nails as he thrust in and out of me, causing a sensation I had never felt during sex before to awaken.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out.
Ryder growled. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
I couldn’t control my vocals even if I wanted to. With every thrust from Ryder, a delicious fire licked at my core. Burning me with pleasure.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned.
“God can’t help you now, babygirl,” Ryder said. “No one can.”
Good thing I didn’t want anyone’s help, I silently purred.
I held onto him as he fucked me, kissed me and sucked on my neck. I screamed out when he thrust into my body and hit a spot that caused my eyes to see stars.
Ryder leaned his head down and pressed his ear against my chest before he brought his mouth to my ear and said, “Your heart is beating so fast.”
“Just for you, darlin’,” I replied on a moan.
I felt Ryder smile as he kissed my neck.
“Such a sweet talker,” he purred.
“Oh, there!” I panted seconds later. “Right. There.”
“Here?” Ryder murmured and thrust at the angle he did just seconds before, hitting a spot inside my body that caused my body to hum.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out.
Ryder kept his hips positioned at that very angle and hit my core with his thrust.
“This is my *,” he rumbled as he drove in and out of me.
I scraped my nails against his back. “Yes, yours.”
He bit my neck, catching me off guard, and when it should have been pain I felt, the bite oddly drew a moan from me as my nerves misinterpreted it for pleasure. I dug my nails into his shoulder blades in response and the actions caused Ryder to hiss and pump into me faster. He fucked me so hard I knew it would leave bruises.
That bit of knowledge caused me to gasp just as pleasure tore through me and a scream left my body that was so loud Ryder had to bury his face in my neck and press his ear against my skin to block it out.
He slammed into me once, twice, thrice. Four deep strokes. His movements became jerky and quick then as he came. He bit down on my shoulder once more as his pleasure consumed him. His hips still pumped into me as he came down from his high, the movements becoming less and less as the seconds ticked on. When he was spent, he all but collapsed on me.
I didn’t complain because his weight felt so good on me.
“That. Was. Amazin’!” I panted. “It’s never been like that before.”
Ryder rolled off me after a moment, but kept his arm draped over my chest, his hand covering my left breast. He gave a gentle squeeze and said, “You were never fucked by me before, that’s why.”
My automatic response to that would normally be to put him in his place, but I couldn’t argue with him. What he said was fact. Sex had never been like that before him, and by God I knew it wouldn’t be like that after him either. He had ruined me for any other man, and I didn’t have a single fuck to give about it.
“Can we do it again?” I asked, my breathing still rapid.
Ryder muffled his laughter as he turned his head into his pillow. “Give me a few minutes,” he mumbled. “I’m not a machine.”
I hummed. “You sure about that? You have a serious amount of stamina.”
Again, Ryder laughed, and this time, he gave my breast another squeeze.
I fully expected us to have sex again straight away, but we didn’t. Instead we got to talking. Ryder asked questions about my parents, my job, Aideen, and my life in general. He gave me some of his background and I learned his parents died a few years ago and that he and his two brothers were raising the twins. They moved to Ireland for business, but he didn’t tell me what business that was. When I asked about it, he kissed me and that paved the way for us to have sex for the second time. When we were finished, I was too tired to breathe, let alone ask any more questions.
I fell asleep listening to Ryder chuckle and tease me about my lack of stamina, but I didn’t care because he quite literally fucked me to sleep, and let me just say, it was a hell of a way to be knocked out.
I tensed when I heard the vibrations of my phone. Someone was calling me because it was vibrating too long for it to be a text message. I groaned when the person didn’t hang up. I sat up on my bed and worried who would be ringing me during the middle of the night.