Ryder

 

I didn’t care about the contract anymore. The only thing I wanted was to reclaim what was mine. Lucy was always mine, whether she knew it or not. I had lost complete control, and my longing to touch her had only just begun to be sated. As I dragged her like a caveman to my bedroom, I shoved away the thoughts of what would happen next.

 

“Lucy, I’m not the teenager you used to know.” I backed her against the wall just inside my bedroom. I wasn’t nearly as timid or capable of being gentle with her as I would have as a kid. I wanted to own her, and she needed to know that.

 

“Take me, Ryder,” she breathed out as I pressed my body against hers, giving me the permission I needed.

 

Her fingertips ran along my torso, as I inhaled the smell of her perfume at her neck. Her touch was intoxicating, but everything about her made my head swim. I ferociously kissed at her delicious neck again, before grabbing her tiny hands and raising them above her head. Her eyes met mine through her lashes, and her hair fell around her shoulders. I took in her stunning beauty for an instant before continuing my feverish exploration of her body. Holding her in place like that made me feel powerful; she was giving in to me, and it was fucking hot. She didn’t fight back, I controlled her, and I was going to take my time reclaiming her.

 

I turned her around to face the wall, then grabbed the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head. As her blonde waves fell around her shoulders again, I slid the strap of her black lace bra down over her shoulder, pulling her into me. My cock throbbed against her back, while I ran my other hand up her torso on my way to her breasts. From behind her, I pulled the lace down, cupping her breast, and running the pad of my thumb over her stiff nipple. Her reaction let me know she was enjoying my touch as she pressed her ass into my cock and moaned slightly.

 

“Ryder,” she whimpered as I lightly pinched her nipple, then ran my hands down to her hips to take off her pants. Sliding them down, I took note of the matching lace panties that accentuated her perfect ass. She began to drop her hands to help me, when I stopped her.

 

“No,” I commanded quietly, my lips brushing against her ear, causing her to shiver. “Keep your hands against this wall. I’ll tell you when you can move.” I fucking loved telling her what to do; her compliance only made me harder. I could barely stop myself from fucking her right then and there, but I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. I wanted her to beg me for it. I ran my hand along her smooth ass, taking in her perfect body.

 

I quickly shed my own shirt, then pressed myself against her again, skin to skin. “I’m going to spank you, Lucy. You’ve been bad. That’s your punishment,” I growled in her ear as I pulled the lace down underneath her other breast, pinching both of her nipples. “Bad girls get spanked. And you’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Lucy?”

 

I felt her breath hitch before she diligently replied. “I’m a bad girl, and I need to be punished.”

 

If it were possible, my dick got even harder, and I released her tight little nipples to run my hand over her ass as I bent her over slightly, her hands still against the wall. Her panties were cut high along her hip, exposing most of her ass to me, and as I slapped her with mild force, she let out a slight whimper, but continued to stay still. Rubbing the spot I had just smacked, I watched her skin turn slightly pink from my touch and I slapped it again. This time, she let out a moan and I ran my fingers between her legs. She was soaked, and I needed to taste her. I’d have to punish her more later; I couldn’t wait any longer.

 

I turned her around to face me again, watching her stare at me with wide eyes. Her breath was labored, as she placed her hands on my chest. I kissed her more softly, coaxing another soft groan from her as she pressed herself against me. I stroked her long hair before gently shifting us to the bed where I laid her down tenderly. Before I crawled above her, I rid myself of my clothes quickly as she examined my body quietly.

 

As I approached, she spread her legs to me. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I caught the sweet scent of her desire for me. I wanted to hear her voice. “Lucy, tell me you want me to devour your pussy now.” She stared at me, her mouth open, her bra still out of place pushing her breasts up dramatically, her tight little nipples on display.

 

“Ryder, you know I want you. Take what’s yours,” she pleaded.

 

“Say it, Lucy. Say you want me to eat your pussy before I fuck you like it’s the first time,” I growled at her. She was so fucking hot, her blonde curls splayed behind her.

 

She whispered, “I want you to eat my pussy, Ryder. And then I want you to fuck me… Like it’s the first time.”

 

I pulled her panties down, kissing the inside of her thigh as she fell back onto the huge pillows. As I flattened my tongue and licked her wet slit, I watched her reach up to caress her own nipples. My cock was starting to drip; I could barely stand the pleasure of seeing her like that. She immediately started rocking her hips into my face as I lapped at her clit, but when I slid a finger inside her, she cried out, the waves of her climax coming quickly. While she rode my face, I continued sucking at her, holding her hips to me.

 

“Fuck! Ryder! Fuck!” she cried out as her body shook. Only then did I slow down, so that I could control myself as well. Still laying there, quivering, she looked down at my grin and returned my smile. “Jesus Christ, Ryder,” she panted as I moved next to her, grabbing a condom from the drawer next to the bed on my way.

 

“You taste so fucking good, Lucy.” I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. “I’m not done yet,” I murmured into her neck as I moved above her. She had lifted herself onto her elbows, her heaving breasts still restricted, at attention. I couldn’t help but lean down and take a nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the hard nub. As I moved to the other, she tossed her head back, her breathing becoming heavier.

 

I could have sucked on her little nipples all day, listening to her moan and rock herself into me. Leaning back though, I rolled the condom on. I couldn’t wait to be inside her again. She did things to me, stirred me in such a way that I couldn’t control that I needed to own her. Anticipating me, she scooted down closer, wrapping her legs around my hips as I thrust into her. She was so wet, and still so fucking tight, I wanted to come inside her immediately. I pulled out, and thrust in hard again, moaning myself along with her. Grabbing her face, I kissed her again as she ran her hands up my back, pulling me even deeper into her.

 

I had to move or I was going to finish before we really began, so I grabbed her around the waist, and rolled us so that she was on top of me while I was still inside her. As she leaned forward to steady herself, she placed her hands on my chest and sank even further onto my cock. I sat up for a moment and unlatched her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts as she began to rock her hips on top of me, riding me. Her pussy squeezed at my cock, while she continued sliding herself up and down slowly, methodically. She wanted it to last longer too.

 

It became more than either of us could bear, and she started to ride me harder, panting. She lowered herself to me, riding my cock like her life depended on it as I grabbed her hips violently, shoving myself into her simultaneously. I could feel my release coming, and there was no stopping it as I watched her tits bounce up and down in my face.

 

“Oh, Ryder!” she screamed out.

 

“Fuck, Lucy! Fuck me!” I yelled back and clenched my hands around her ass as her pussy squeezed my cock, and I came harder than I ever have. She cried out, panting and then almost collapsing on top of me. Completely out of breath, her pussy pulsated around my dick while she laid her head against my chest as I maintained my grip on her hips.

 

When I finally caught my breath, and came back down, I loosened my hold on her, sliding my hands up her back, and brushing her hair out of her face. She met my eyes and smiled, moving in for a kiss. A slow, passionate, first love kiss. The one that causes biological flutters you can’t control.

 

“This changes things,” I said, holding her face in my hands between kisses.