~ Tiffany ~
Not even taking time to get curious about the bedroom she grew up in, Ryder immediately began pulling off his clothing at the speed of light. “I don’t know why you had to tell her that. Now she’s going to think I’m some kind pervert.”
Straddling his lap wearing only her panties, Tiffany teased, “You are a pervert, so it’s not exactly a lie.”
Pulling her down, Ryder wrapped his arms around her slim waist. “I am? This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
Wiggling to get comfortable, she sighed. “God, I missed you.”
Peering up at her, his eyes were dancing with mischief. “Really? How about you tell me all the things you missed about me.”
“Everything. I missed every single thing about you.” Scratching his neck gently with her nails, she leaned in for a kiss that slowly turned heated.
Ryder pulled her hair, tilting her head back so he could get to her throat. The tiny bite of pain made her nipples hard and her clit throb in tune with her heartbeat for him.
Suddenly, his hot mouth closed over the column of her throat. He kissed, nipped, and licked his way to her collarbone. A soft moan escaped her mouth.
“That’s what I like to hear. I missed hearing all those sexy little noises when you’re under me.”
Purring her contentment, Tiffany answered in kind. “I missed every damn thing you do to provoke those sounds. I swear every single minute was a struggle not to come running home to you.”
Pulling her back, he gazed down into her eyes. “You consider being with me home?”
Nodding, she felt her hair pull in his grasp. “Home is wherever you are. You’re all I want, baby.”
“Say it.”
“What?”
“You fucking know what. Don’t tease me, Tiff. I’m too close to the edge.”
“I love you.”
“And?”
“I belong to you and no one else.”
Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms around her and just held her. One large, rough hand slid gently up and down her back. “I thought I was losing my mind without you, Tiff. It taught me what that crazy ex of yours is probably feeling and makes me think he’ll never quit coming after you.”
Pushing against his chest, she scooted back to look into his eyes. “Stuart is not feeling what you are, babe. Don’t think for even a minute that he is. Everything with you feels different, and it has since day one. Stuart doesn’t love—not like you do.”
“I don’t get what you’re laying down, sweetness.”
“You dominate and love. Stuart dominates and abuses. Those two things are worlds apart. I don’t think he even has the capacity to really care about another person.”
Ryder took a deep breath and offered the one thing he truly didn’t want to give. “If you want me to leave you alone, it’ll kill me, but I’ll do it.” Seeing her shocked expression, he quickly explained. “I mean after the deal with Stuart Chamberlain is over. When you’re free and clear of any danger from him, I’ll let you be if you want to start over with some banker or lawyer. I know that I ain’t—”
Placing her hand over his mouth, Tiffany leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Don’t finish that sentence, babe. I want you like I’ve never wanted anything before in my whole life. You are more than I ever dreamed possible in a man. The only way you’re getting rid of me is to throw me out and lock the door.”
Tugging her close once again, he murmured, “That ain’t never happening, baby girl. You’re my one. I knew it all those months ago when I met you in the hospital. You were beautiful, kind, and so fuckin’ strong. You respected me when no one else did and were there when I needed you the most. I knew right away that you were something special.”
Rolling her eyes, Tiffany responded playfully, “You’re taking my mother’s instructions about talking a bit seriously, aren’t you?”
“Don’t try to make light of how I feel about you. I'm serious.”
“Sorry, babe. Let me just say that I felt something pulling me to you almost from the beginning as well. I’ll never forget how you were drugged and in pain, but you still tried to protect me. You were stubborn and persistent, but your self-effacing sense of humor really got to me.”
“And you liked sucking my dick,” he reminded her with a smirk. “Don’t forget that part.”
Slapping him playfully on the arm, she chided, “I thought we were being serious here?”
“Ain’t nothing in this whole world more serious to me than you sucking my dick.” Grabbing her under the arms, Ryder turned and tossed her onto her back on the bed. “Well, there’s one thing more important than you sucking my cock.” Grabbing her panties, he ripped them off and quickly positioned himself between her legs. “Relax. I’m gonna take good care of you, sweetness.”
Before she could comment, he exhaled warm breath against her tender flesh. Pulling her open slightly, his talented tongue swiped against her sensitive clit. She’d forgotten exactly how good he was at oral sex. Tangling one hand in his hair, she urged him on. That tiny bit of encouragement was all he needed for his devilishly clever tongue to bend her to his will.
Oral with other men had been inconsistent, embarrassing, and at times they’d been oddly reluctant. Ryder seemed to crave it, never rushed the process, and seemed to take great pride in making her come more than once. Tonight, she was too needy to allow that. She needed his cock in the worst way. The moment he tipped her over into the first orgasm of the night, she urged him up.
“I need you inside me. Please, babe, don’t make me wait.”
Crawling eagerly up her body, he whispered seductively, “I do love it when you say please.”
Taking himself in hand, he covered his rod in her excitement before positioning himself properly for entry. Peering down at her, he asked teasingly, “Any chance of fucking you into submission tonight, baby?”
Skating her hands lightly down his chest, she slipped one hand around the base of his cock and cupped his balls with the other. Giving them both a firm tug, she answered breathlessly, “Anything’s possible, babe. Give it your best shot.”
Without further comment or hesitation, Ryder slid in partially. The stretch of taking all of him reminded her of exactly how well-endowed the man was. Rocking back and forth, he practically had to bully himself the first half of the way in.
“I’m not liking that tight little pussy so much. Think you could relax a little, sweetness?”
Taking a deep breath, Tiffany intentionally forced her body to go soft for him. It allowed that last bit of accommodation, and he finally bottomed out.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” Staring down at her, he frowned. “You gotta know that what we have is nothing like fucking a whore.”
Shock tore through her as she gazed up at him. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Rocking back and forth a little, he glanced away. “Me having my fill of fucking whores all those years is part of the reason you left me. I just want to be clear that whores are sex. It’s like scratching an itch that won’t go away otherwise. You and I are something totally different. Since I met you, I don’t even think of other women. I don’t have the urge to talk to them or wonder what they’d look like naked. If I’m being honest, they’re a bit of an annoyance to me. I’d be happy if they all disappeared tomorrow.”
“That is not a nice thing to wish, baby,” she said in a hushed tone, even though she secretly enjoyed hearing those words.
Smiling, he continued. “I crave what we have together. I need it like the air I breathe or riding my bike on the open road at sunrise. You’re critical to my well-being and happiness.” Glancing away again, he murmured, “I just wanted you to know that.”
Tiffany’s heart melted a little for her big, rough biker who clearly wasn’t used to talking about his emotions. “That’s the nicest thing a man’s ever told me when he had his dick in me.”
A slight smiled played around the edges of his mouth. “Always trying to be funny, ain’t you? Well, you’re on notice, sweet cheeks. I plan to take you back to our home, put a ring on that pretty finger of yours, and make a little Tiffany with you the very first chance I get.”
Loving that idea more than was prudent, considering their dangerous situation, she responded playfully, “Or we could make a little Ryder.”
Seeming a bit preoccupied, he muttered, “That would be real nice, too.” A moment of silence spun out between them. Just when she was beginning to wonder what he was thinking about, he said, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid now, ‘cause I’m about to goddamn explode.”
Why, oh why, had she ever thought this man was less than perfect? Lifting one of her legs, he slid it over his shoulder, and then lifted her hips from the bed. She recognized the pose. The first time he’d ever used it, she thought he was mimicking something he’d seen in a skin flick. Three thrusts in, and she began thinking of it as his set-the-sheets-on-fire position. It was truly one of her favorites. Running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, she could see a thick layer of lust covering his excited expression.
Looking down to the place where their bodies joined, Ryder pulled out and immediately slammed back in. His upper lip came up slightly in a sexy snarl as he set a steady pace.
Bringing her hands up, Tiffany braced herself against the headboard. A good, rough fuck by a gorgeous biker was the one thing she was missing in life. And Ryder never was one to disappoint her in that regard.
Arching her back, she enjoyed the way Ryder’s broad, muscular shoulders looked hovering over her. His hand came down on her mound, and a thick, meaty thumb began circling her clit.
She gritted out, “Do not make me scream in my mother’s house.”
Ryder’s chest puffed up with pride, and he proceeded to speed up his rough thrusting and adjusted his trajectory slightly until he was sliding across her G-spot with each stroke.
“Too much, baby. It’s too much,” she moaned.
“I already told you, sweetness. Only the biggest and best cock is good enough for my woman.”
Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on something else. Nothing could possibly distract her from the proper sex Ryder was intent on ensuring she had.
“Open those pretty blue eyes,” he commanded. “I need them on me. Better yet, watch me fuck you.”
Unable to resist his softly spoken command, Tiffany pushed herself up onto one elbow. Watching his thick cock moving in and out of her body was not only strangely hypnotic, but it was also kicking up her arousal to absurd levels.
“You like having a biker’s cock in your pretty pink pussy?”
“God yes,” she hissed. “Don’t stop.”
“Stop? Not a chance,” he swore. “I’m only getting started, baby.”
Coming down on top of her, he jerked his chin to the headboard. Knowing what he wanted, she braced herself against the headboard again.
Kissing the side of her neck, he whispered seductively, “Nothing in the entire world feels better than you coming around my cock.”
“Love it when you talk dirty, baby,” Tiffany murmured through her lust-filled haze. Lifting her other leg, she made room for him to settle in deeper.
Ryder, having an opportunistic streak a mile wide, immediately took advantage of her generous offer. Bringing his hand down, he began stroking her tender bud as he sucked on one pointed nipple. When he nipped at her breasts, she felt herself almost shatter.
“Come for me, Tiff. Let me feel your soft, warm body choking my cock.”
As if his filthy words controlled her mind and body, she bowed off the bed under him with the force of the mind-blowing orgasm. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her as he pounded out his own orgasm. It didn’t take long before his hips came to a stuttering stop and he went deep, filling her with his seed.
“Damn, woman, you slay me every single time.”