Ryan's serene

chapter 4

Ryan's pov

I watch as she screams.

Her hands go to my chest as I tear away her innocence, stealing what should belong to someone she cares about.

I don’t give a f**k.

This woman’s mine.

Bought and paid for.

Holding still within her, I feel her p**sy tighten around me.

There are tears in her eyes, and she’s biting her lip.

Words haven’t been spoken between us.

I shouldn’t care that I hurt her.

I do f*cking care.

It annoys me.

She’s nothing.

Just a f*ck and yet I find myself asking her, “Are you okay?”

She nods.

I don’t want head jerks.

“Talk to me, angel.” I don’t know her name.

She licks her lips, looking past my shoulder. “I’m fine.”

I pull out of her and thrust back in. She whimpers, her fingers like claws digging into my chest.

“You’re not fine. Talk to me, angel, or I’m going to keep on doing that. I like the feel of your c*nt wrapped around my d**k. I can be here all night.”

“It just … it hurts. I knew it would, but I didn’t think it would be that bad.”

Running my hand down her thigh, I cup her hip.

Her body is so sexy.

I love it. I can’t get enough. I’m still leaning on one hand near her head.

“You sold this to me.”

“I know.”

“Why?” I ask.

“I don’t have to tell you that. Dylan said there doesn’t even have to be any talking.”

I smirk. “I hate to break it to you, angel, I either talk or f*ck you. Your choice.”

“Did you even for a second consider the fairy tale?” she asks.

“Not a chance. I’ve got no time for virgins to fall for me.”

She snorted. “You really think that’s an option.”

“You’d be surprised. Why didn’t you pick the fairy tale?” I’m curious now, and it annoys me.

This wasn’t supposed to matter, but it does.

Serenity

I didn’t exactly think it was going to be easy. Sure, pain was pretty much what I expected, but after? Feeling him inside me, now that was something I’d never forget. I guess I now know why women never forget their first.

I do think it’s really unfair that guys feel no pain at all. I mean, they don’t even have to have childbirth either. Men got the better deal here.

Why am I thinking about pregnancy with this man, this total stranger seated deep inside me?

The pain stops, ebbs away like it wasn’t even there. He stares at me, curious.

His question is ringing around in my head.

We were really talking when the pain stopped.

“Come on, angel, tell me why you didn’t pick the fairy tale. I was surprised when I saw your picture there.”

“I take it you do this often?”

“No, I don’t.” Both of his hands rest beside my head. He’s so close that it’s hard to look away.

I don’t want to look away from him.

Biting my lip, I try not to move. He feels weird inside me. A good weird, but still strange.

I’ve never had a d**k within me, and now there’s no going back.

“Surprised?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Good. I don’t do this often. So, figuring you don’t either, tell me why you didn’t pick the fairy tale.”

“Because I didn’t want the lie.”

“The lie?”

“The fairy tale ending is not what I’m getting. Far from it. There’s no knight or prince waiting at the end of the night. One-time deal where you experience everything. You love every second of it, but it’s a lie. A complete and total lie. I’d rather have the truth than that.”

“Interesting.”

When he stops talking and simply stares into my eyes, I don’t know what he’s looking for, can’t even for a second figure out what he wants.

Then he starts to move, and I gasp.

“Ah, so you’re not in pain anymore.”

He thrusts inside me, moving in and out, slowly, each time, driving my arousal higher.

He lifts up completely, and the view of his c*ck is so sexy. Spreading my legs wide, I glance down and watch as he sinks inside me.

I gasp.

“That’s it, angel, feel me inside you. You’re so f*****g tight. A nice, tight p**sy. You’re not a virgin anymore. I own that. I own that part of you, and you’re never taking it away from me.”

One of his hands moves down my sides, cupping my hip, holding it firm within his grasp as he goes harder, riding me, taking me to another place, or at least it feels like it. I don’t know what to do. Holding onto the sheet seems like a pretty good idea.

He drives inside me, and I can’t look away.

The pleasure is intense.

Painful and hot all at once.

The need inside me goes higher.

“Oh, f**k, I want to feel that sweet p**sy come all over my c*ck.” He rears up and places me so that his c**k is still inside me and my butt is on his thighs. I watch, unable to do or say anything as he strokes through my slit. He’s teasing my cl*t, and even though it wasn’t long ago I came, I can feel the pleasure rising up inside me. I want this. I want to come so hard and so badly.

Each stroke builds my arousal until I can’t stand it anymore and come so hard it tears a scream from my lips.

“Yeah, that feels so good.”

He keeps on stroking my cl*t, speaking dirty words that echo off the walls. I never knew I could feel like this, and it’s driving my need higher.

There was no comedown from this as he holds my hips and lets go of all restraint. He pounds inside me, f*cking me harder than before. I wrap my legs around his waist, and his lips clash against mine, sucking, biting, nipping, and there’s nothing I can do.

I love the feel of his d**k, the way his body holds me down to the bed, his c*ck branding me.

I’ll never forget this.

No matter how little the romance was, I will remember this moment until the day I die.

He drives inside me one more time, his growl spilling out of his mouth at the same time his grip tightens on my hip to the point of pain.

I’ll have bruises in the morning, but that’s okay.

His c*ck pulses as wave upon wave of c*m spills into the condom.

Finally, after he finishes, he doesn’t linger. He pulls out of me and sits back.

I don’t know what to do but to close my legs.

I watch as he climbs off the bed.

No words are spoken as he peels off the condom, and I watch him wrap it up, tossing it in the trash.

I don’t even want to think of all the women that have been here before.

He returns to the bed, and I was sure for a second I saw him shake.

It is gone in the blink of an eye.

Neither of us speaks.

The air is heavy with tension.

Or I think it is. I don’t know what to say.

His gaze returns to mine, and I lie there on the bed. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to draw too much attention. He glances down my body until he finally lands on the bed.

“I think I know why they have white sheets.”

I follow his gaze, and there, where he’d taken me, is a stain of my blood.

My virgin blood.

I feel the heat fill my cheeks.

This man, whoever he is, he reaches out, stroking my cheek. His thumb runs back and forth, soothing me. When it slides across my lips, I watch him, waiting. He presses against my mouth, and I open up, licking him once again.

“You ever sucked a man’s c*ck?”

“No.”

“You want to try?”

“It’s your night.”

“Yeah, and I got what I wanted. Now I can explore with you. One night. You can do whatever you want.”

“Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve just finished. Is that even possible?”

“Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll show you.”he smiled.

Is it wrong that I adore that smile? I don’t know him. For all I know it could be his axe-murderer smile, but I like it. I want him to keep on smiling at me exactly like that and more. Is that crazy?

He pulls me close, and his thumb grazes across my lip. “This mouth is designed to suck, to take a c*ck deep. You’re going to gag on mine, but that’s okay. I can handle that.”

His lips crash about mine as he sinks his fingers in my hair. I place a hand on his chest, kissing him back, and the pleasure consumes me.

My p*ssy is still so sore, and yet I want more. I’m hungry for more. This is one night of pleasure. What would be wrong with taking everything I can from this?

His tongue glides across my mouth, and I open up for him. Tasting him, I slide my tongue against his, touching him. He moves me so that I straddle his waist.

Sinking my fingers into his hair, I kiss him back harder, more desperate.

There’s no way I want to let go of him.

Suddenly, he grabs my hair and tugs on the strands so my head is bowed back, his lips trailing from mine to my neck. He sucks hard to the point there will be bruises.

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