Sinful Submission

25 ~ Sweet and Demure II

Ryder

I slowed my pace, letting the tension stretch between us like a drawn bowstring. Leaning forward, I captured her moans with my mouth, her lips trembling beneath mine. My tongue slid down her throat, tasting the heat pulsing from her skin. She was burning for me.

My hands slipped from her waist to her chest, fingers curling around her soft, perfect n*****s. I squeezed gently, then rougher, drawing out gasps that only made my c**k throb deeper inside her.

“Ryder…” Alessia moaned, grinding against me, trying to f**k herself on my d**k. “f**k me like crazy.”

A smirk curled across my lips. “Yes, master,” I replied, mocking her tone while tightening my grip. My hips snapped forward, faster now — slamming into her with an unrelenting rhythm.

The headboard rattled violently against the wall, matching the crash of the bed frame under us. I was breaking her in — piece by piece.

“You… you’re so f*****g good,” she cried out, voice hoarse with pleasure. “I want it all. Fill me up. Don’t stop.”

The belt around her neck tightened slightly as I pulled her arms off the headboard. I wrapped the leather strap around my hand and yanked her neck back, burying myself in her until she went completely still — gasping, choking on how deep I went.

The room held its breath.

Then, slowly, I dragged her back until her sweat-slicked back pressed against my chest. My lips brushed her ear, voice low and cruel.

“You want me to f**k you like a filthy w***e?” I growled.

“Yes,” she whimpered, grinning through her haze. “Destroy my p***y. Ruin it for anyone else.”

My eyes darkened as I bit her earlobe, tossing the belt between my teeth like a predator playing with his prey. One hand clamped around her throat while the other snaked between her legs.

I slid a finger inside her — soaking wet, pulsating, ready to snap. At the same time, I began to thrust into her again. Faster. Harder. Precise. The room filled with the obscene sound of our bodies colliding, wet and primal.

Alessia let out a strangled scream, her hand clawing at the back of my neck, nails dragging fire across my skin — but I didn’t stop.

She begged.

“Please… f**k, Ryder… that’s my G-Spot. I’m gonna…” Her words melted into a cry. “Oh my God. I’m cumming… please stop!”

But I can’t. Not yet. She asked for this.

Her legs began to shake violently, her entire body tensing. She clawed at my wrist, trying to stop me, but her p***y clenched hard around me.

Then it happened.

A gush of hot liquid poured onto the sheets — her body squirting uncontrollably as her orgasm hit like a storm. She screamed, shaking in my arms, overwhelmed, shattered.

But I still can't stop, I want more. And I'm yet to c*m too.

I pinned her down, shoving her face into the pillow, and f****d her in that position for the first time. Her squeal hit the air — sharp, desperate — as her body adjusted to my size. But I didn’t wait.

I didn’t want her to adjust. I wanted to ruin her.

She needed to know exactly who owned her p***y. That slick, warm welcome between her legs… too addictive to let go of.

My pace was brutal now — chasing my release like a man possessed. I f****d her harder than I ever had, my hips crashing into her ass with thunderous rhythm. She tried to muffle her scream into the pillow, but I could still hear the way her voice trembled with every thrust.

“Don’t move,” I growled, pressing her neck harder into the mattress. “I’m gonna cum.”

My c**k twitched deep inside her, then exploded. I emptied myself in thick waves, my body jerking with the force. The orgasm hit like a f*****g freight train. I almost collapsed on top of her from the intensity.

Morning s*x? Yeah. It’s unmatched.

My chest heaved as I finally gave in, slumping against her back. She shivered beneath me — moaning, her body caught between pain and pleasure, just the way I liked it.

When I rolled off, the first thing I saw was my d**k — drenched, still leaking with our mess. Then my eyes hit the clock.

Shit. Past eight.

Mr. Gregory’s class. I was late. Again.

I jumped out of bed, throwing on my clothes in record time. Alessia lay sprawled, breathless and used, a wicked smile curling on her lips.

“I’m not coming to college today,” she muttered. “Tell Bryce to drop you off.”

Of course.

She was ruined now. f****d beyond her fantasies. And I know that— she won't stop craving me after this.