[Jersey]
My breath hitched the second Ryder leaned back against my pillows, eyes burning into me, lips glistening from sucking on my juices.
"Come here, princess. Sit that p***y on my face, Ride my mouth.”
I froze. My body screamed yes, but my mind faltered. That was too filthy. Too shameless. What kind of girl straddled a man’s face like that?
I clutched the sheets to my chest, heat licking every inch of me, my thighs trembling. "Ryder… I can’t—"
His voice cut through my hesitation, low and rough. "Yes, you can. Look at me."
I did, reluctantly, and nearly drowned in the hunger etched across his face. Not disgust. Not impatience. Just raw need.
"Do exactly as I said." His hand slid down his abs, teasing the bulge beneath his pants. "Princess, you smell like heaven. I could eat you
