Bree could swear she'd seen the stars as Ryder had promised she would.
Fuck, could the man eat a pussy right.
His tongue had been all over her and when he'd thrust his fingers inside her, she'd come so helplessly and so wholly she'd thought she'd die.
Now all she wanted was to reciprocate the favor.
He still had that fire smoldering in his eyes as she watched him remove his remaining clothes, his cock springing up do proudly in its full length as he freed it from the confines of his briefs.
He looked so big she feared if it will fit inside her but it excited her at the same time to imagine taking all that hardness inside her pussy, having him fuck her as hard and slutty as his eyes promised.
Getting off the bed, she moved slowly towards him, and it was his turn to be confused.
He just watched her wordlessly as she made it to where he stood.
"Little one...." He said, finally.
She didn't bother responding with wor
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Bree lay cuddled to Ryder's body, engulfed in the warmth and hardness that was all him, all masculine.They'd exhausted themselves pleasuring each other, and contrary to what she'd read in all those sex books she'd got off the counter of the local store, Ryder hadn't gone limp or tired after the first round.He'd stood proud still, ready to take her to every fucking heights of pleasure and more and in the end, it had been she who'd begged for a break.Not that he'd argued it, he'd been just as spent as her overly sated body was.Even as she lay in the circle of his as, her body still tingled, her nipples still sensitive from the work of his lips on them.Her joints ached from all the position he'd had her in and the lyric 'seven positions in seventy minutes' came to her mind.Letting out a satiated sigh, she snuggled into the curve of his side that perfectly fit her like a piece of a puzzle, her very naked breast pressed against his wa
The door to the annoyingly quiet hospital room burst open, finally bringing some semblance of normalcy in form of sound as three men came in, including Jeffery Mathew who was supposed to be in his nursing home currently.Brandon had waited long enough in this damned room, counting the days and praying for his life and hoping to see these faces come visit.Looked to him like they took their sweet time to finally come around to it, but that was the least of his worries at the moment.No words had been said but he could tell from their faces that something was wrong, and for them to be here it actively involved him.He watched them settle on the uncomfortable looking vistors couch in the room, looking the part.His side hurt as he tried to adjust his position on the bed he was currently on that wasn't half as comfortable and soft as the imported king-sized mattress in his room at home.This one kept his aging back aching and his body sore most
Finally, the wheels were in motion, one cat out of the bag with the rest waiting for his cue.It was time for Ryder to finally sit back and watch these men scamper around and fight each other while trying to save their asses.After spending the best night of his life in the arms of God's gift to him and confessing his true feelings for her, he'd been hurried about closing this chapter of his life and permanently moving on from it.He wanted to give her a future that didn't involve his sordid past or his quest for revenge, just love and happiness and someday, maybe kids too.She made him feel that good about himself, made him feel whole, like he wasn't do broken and damaged anymore........like he could someday be a father.The thought of it had made him smile and it had been even better when he'd let himself imagine holding a fragile, little version of either of them.It had been the first time he'd allowed himself such thought and hope and i
It was a nightmare that woke Bree up from the sweet sleep she'd drifted into after her escapade with Ryder. Her limp body had been sweetly rested but her heart had been racing at the memory of the dream she'd just woken from. Somehow she'd gone back to the awful years of her childhood, and her father had been there too. He'd been after her again, touching her and whispering lewdly in her ears about how big her breasts have gotten and how enticingly round her hips have managed to become. But then, in the next second he was ripping her clothes off her body and accusing her of being a slut just like her mother. And she was helpless against his strength allowing him to paw her body like an animal, letting him take his pound of flesh for her crimes, the crime of being his daughter and a mother to a ....... little girl. That part had been confusing just like most of it, but it had been just a dream. It had scared her, being a
But it was already too late.It was clear to Bree the moment she stepped into the living room that something had gone horribly wrong while she'd been sleeping.If only she knew what.He looked do distant from her, do different from the man she'd been with just the other night and it scared the shit out of her.His eyes were cold and he looked to have been up through the night.....drinking.Ryder wasn't a heavy drinker for all she knew.All she knew.....what did she even know about the man except that he was loaded, a target of her father's, and he'd told her he loves her.The man that had said those words to her just hours ago was the one she was looking for as she watched him from where she stood, frozen to her spot.But somehow, he was gone, totally disappeared without a trace, leaving this angry shell of a man in its place.-Ryder had left the room last night in the heat of all the thoughts that were running t
It was as clear as a crystal ball to Bree that something had shifted in their still tender relationship and it was obviously tilted to the negative. It scared her, this Ryder here did too. This was just the worst possible time for whatever it was that had gotten to him like this. He was drowned in the bottle of the Amber colored drink filling up to half of the glass. And the bottle next to it was almost empty. She could perceive the alcohol in his breath from where she stood as he growled at her to stay the fuck away from him, and that could only mean he's been drinking for longer than she'd initially given him credit for. He didn't look like the man she'd just been with, the same one who'd just professed to loving her, this wasn't her Ryder. Tears stung her eyes as she tried to bite it back, refusing to let him see how affected she was by his new attitude. There was no point in it, if anything it'll just make her seem
The whole ride to the office passed in a blur as Bree's mind stayed glued to worrying about Ryder.She was only jolted back to reality as the cab came to a stop right in front of the large building that housed their firm.Paying for her ride, she gathered her things and carried them with her into the building.It's been about a week since the last time she was in here and for some reason her mind took its time adjusting back to the environment.Not that that had been her longest break since she started working here.She just pinned it to mental adjustment due to the reason for her previous absence.She needed to dissociate her work space from what had happened with that bastard of a man and his stupid goons.She'd heard gunshots while she'd been being rescued from him and she still hoped the bullets had been pumped into his heart and sent him scampering to the eternal damnation that he so wonderfully deserved.There was Sammy a
Ryder woke up much later in the day with a raging hangover headache and hurting eyes. The spot next to him in bed was empty with no sign of warmth left behind and the first though that struck his head was that she'd run out on him again. They'd just had the best night of their lives, right? And yet she was no where to be found in the room. He managed to stumble out of bed somehow and went looking for her around the house, but the place was as empty as it was silent. She was gone. Fuck, he needed her and he panicked about her absence, even with the pounding headache in his head, worrying himself to death on her whereabouts until it hit him, hard. She was gone because he'd sent her running from him. It was coming back to him now, the account he'd stumbled upon, her involvement with her father and his friends, and the camera he'd found in her bag. They all came rushing back in a flood, worsening his already bad hea