“Uh-uh, kitten,” he growled. “I want you dripping wet for me when I slide my thick cock into this sweet little cunt. I want you to so close that you come just from the feel of me claiming you for the first time. I want the feel of my big cock stretching this tight little cunt wide to be the feeling that makes you come for me.”
He moved up, his bare, hot, inked, muscled torso sliding up against my body as he slid his hand into my hair and kissed me fiercely. I moaned, tasting my own sweetness on his lips and his tongue, and kissing him even harder for it. I whimpered at the sound of his belt buckle jangling. He pulled away, his hands popping the fly of his jeans and slowly tugging the zipper down.
Oh God yes.
He was bare underneath, and as the ripped denim peeled away from his abs and the grooves of his hips, my eyes dropped to the thick, throbbing shaft of his simply huge cock.
And I moaned.
I moaned as I watched him peel more and more of the jeans away, tugging them down and letting my eyes take in more and more of his big fat cock. Until suddenly, he pushed them down, and that thick knob sprang free. My eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped as his gorgeous cock bobbed into full view.
Ryker growled as he wrapped his fist around his shaft, stroking himself slowly as he moved back into me. His swollen head brushed across my thigh, making me gasp at the feel of him. His hands slid up my thighs again, fingers hooking into my panties as his lips crushed to mine. I gasped as with a quick jerk, he suddenly ripped my little cotton panties away, tearing them right off of me and tossing them aside as I trembled and moaned for him.
“I know you’ve never had one,” he purred, stroking his cock against my thigh. He moved it higher, the big swollen head teasing over my skin until I felt it brush right over my pussy lips, making me gasp.
“I know you’ve never had a man claim that tight little cherry and make you his. But I am, baby girl,” he growled against my lips. His hand stroked his cock, teasing me with it, letting the heat brush over my clit until I was wrapping my legs around him, desperate for him to take me.
Ryker pulled back, looking down between us as he brought his hand down to my pussy. His fingers spread my lips, making me moan as he eased his thick head right against my opening.
“Look how untouched you are,” he groaned. “Look how pink and wet that hungry little cunt is for my cock.” He grunted, his powerful hand sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. Thick, white precum leaked from his head, dripping down onto my pussy and trickling over me down over my ass.
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby,” he purred softly, leaning in to kiss me before he took my hands and brought them to the backs of my knees. I held myself open for him, spreading my legs so wide and wantonly for the rough, tattooed beast of a man who made me want to lose my mind.
He pushed against me, and when his head slipped between my spread lips, waiting right there at my entrance, my breath caught.
“Better tell me to stop, sweetheart,” Ryker said quietly.
“I— I don’t want you to.”
“This is the last time I’m going to warn you,” he groaned. “Because after this, there’s no going back. After this, you’re mine, Addison.”
My tongue darted out to wet my lips. My pulse roared in my ears. Our eyes met. And any doubt I had shattered away.
“I don’t want you to warn me,” I hissed. “I want you to fuck m—ooooh God!”
His hips thrust and suddenly, his fat cock head pushed inside. I let go of my legs, my thighs clamping around his waist and my nails clawing up his back. He slowed, his big hands holding so tight and so protectively as he held himself right there, just inside.
“Nice and slow, baby girl,” he groaned into my lips. “Open up. Open up and let me fuck that tight little pussy. Open wide and let me fill you up.”
He pushed in, inching more of his cock into my slick, tight little pussy. The pleasure started to melt through me — pleasure like I’d never felt before as his thickness started to inch it’s way inside. His smooth, fat cock slid in, stretching me wide around him, his muscled hips driving it deeper and deeper, as my moans cried higher and louder. He grunted, his hands tightening on my ass as he pushed even more of himself into me, until suddenly, I could feel his heavy balls against my ass and every single inch of his big dick deep inside of me.
He held himself right there, holding me tight and kissing me slowly. I panted, my nipples grazing over his chest and my body slowly getting used to the feel of him filling me to the brim. The raw heat of him and the pleasure began to melt through me, and slowly, I started to grind against him.
“Eager little girl,” he groaned, his cock flexing inside of me and making me gasp. “Such a greedy little pussy, trying to swallow up that big fat cock.”
He slid out slowly, letting me look down and watch as my pink lips clung to his thickness. He left the head inside, letting it throb and twitch before he slowly sank back in, filling me up to the brim all over again as I moaned in pleasure.
“Mine,” he growled quietly. He slid out and then back in, faster this time, giving me every inch as I whimpered for more. “All mine.”
His hand gripped me tight, and slowly, my rough outlaw mountain man started to fuck me.
His gorgeous cock slid in and out, pumping so deep inside of me and making me squeal in pleasure. My fingers raked down his muscled back and my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me and urging him on. White hot heat bloomed through me, my body figuring out how to move against him as he filled me to the hilt on every powerful thrust. His thick shaft teased my clit with every movement, his lips sucking and biting and teasing across my neck, my collarbone and my breast as I started to lose myself entirely with him.
Ryker groaned, his hips pumping faster, and harder, and deeper — fucking me like I was his. The filthy mechanics table squeaked and rocked under me as he thrust into me. Cans of nuts and bolts and screws cascaded to the floor. The radio finally went, crashing to the cement, silencing Johnny Cash. But at that point, all I could hear anyway was the two of us coming together. Wet, filthy, erotic sounds filing my ears. The sound of his masculine groans making my pulse beat even faster. The feel of his big cock plunging deep inside and his hips slapping against my thighs making me hotter than I’d ever even dreamed of.
He was so fucking big, and so fucking dirty, and wild, and untamed, and slowly, I started to lose it.
“I can feel your little pussy clenching my cock so tight, Addison,” he groaned. “I can feel that greedy little cunt of yours trying to milk the cum from my balls. Keep it up, sweetheart. Keep fucking that big cock. Keep squeezing me like that and you’re gonna make me give you every drop of my hot cum. That what you want, dirty girl? You want to get marked by me? You want to know the feel of me in you, and on you — covering you with my cum until you’re filthy with me.”
I started to tumble, clinging to him for dear life as the world started to blur at the edges and my entire body started to go up in a blaze of fire.
“Ryker—!”
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel that sweet little pussy come for my big cock.”
His lips fastened on my neck, his hands gripped my ass tight, and he drove in, giving me every single inch of him.
…And I lost it.
I screamed into his lips, kissing him with every ounce of my being as the orgasm shattered through me. Heat and light exploded through me as I clamped down on his thick cock, letting the waves of it crash over me.
Ryker plunged his thick cock deep inside, and suddenly, I felt it. I cried out as I felt his hot cum spray deep inside of me. He roared, pulling out and stroking himself, pumping rope after thick sticky rope of hot white cum across my belly, my thighs, and my pussy. He groaned, stroking again and again as more and more of his seed splattered across my skin, glazing me in his cum.
Marking me with him.
Making me filthy with him.
Exactly how I wanted him to.
His lips seared to mi
ne, both of us gasping and sweating as our bodies crashed together — his big, powerful hands holding me like he’d never let me go.
“You’re mine now, beautiful,” Ryker whispered fiercely into my lips as the world blurred around me.
“All mine.”
9
Ryker
I woke up in a cold bed, pissed.
Missing her. Wanting her. Hungering for her like a starving man.
I’d wanted her in my bed the night before. Hell, I wanted her in my bed every night for the rest of time, but especially, that first night after the garage. But Addison had shaken her head, kissing me.
“It’d be confusing for Kyrie, if she gets back from Axe and Larkin’s and we’re… you know.”
She was right, and I knew it. She might’ve been young but she had brains. She saw things, she understood how people thought and how the world worked. Fuck, was that refreshing.
Axe dropped Kyrie back off early, and she and I were eating pancakes when Addison stepped into the kitchen through the back door.
“Morning, Addison!”
“Morning, kiddo! How was your sleepover at Axe and Larkin’s house?”
Kyrie grinned a toothy smile. “It was pretty fun. Aunt Larkin made me hot cocoa when I got there, and uncle Axe let me stay up and watch this scary movie about a clown with him.”
I scowled, whipping my gaze from where I’d been drinking Addison in to look at my daughter. “What did he fuc—” I clamped my jaw shut.
“You’re not supposed to watch movies like that, honey. They scare you.”
“They’re not real, Dad,” she sighed, looking at Addison and rolling her eyes, like they were in cahoots about his.
“Yeah, seriously, Ryker. They’re not real you know.”
Addison winked at me, grinning wide as I glared right back at her with a “you’re gonna get it for that later” look. But then I turned, grinning myself at the way Kyrie beamed at Addison and then started chattering away with her about pancakes. And then movies. And then some Olympic gymnast she was obsessed with.
And fuck if Addison didn’t just chatter away right back.
Damn, she wasn’t just smart, and worldly, and fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell. She was good with Kyrie too. I tore my eyes away in an instant, shaking my head.
The fuck was I thinking, that I was going to run off into the sunset with this chick? Please. I knew what this was. For me, well, for me it was real. For me it was letting someone past my armor for the first time in years. For her though, c’mon, this was a story for her. This was something to tell her girlfriends later when she was married in the suburbs to some working suit. Some “girl’s night out” story about that one wild fling she had. I was an idiot to think otherwise.
But just the same, I couldn’t stop looking back at her. I couldn’t stop craving her, and wanting her. Maybe there was a voice inside telling me to run the fuck away from this, but I shoved it away. I needed more of her, and I was going to keep coming for more of her until I physically couldn’t.
I noticed she’d left the J. Crew look behind that morning, and instead had strolled in wearing ripped-knee jeans, a tank top, and boots. I felt the beast inside of me stir as I sipped my coffee, my eyes drinking her in across the kitchen table.
Fuck she was enticing.
Kyrie was going to have to get going soon in order to grab the bus to school, so I got up to start clearing breakfast.
“Oh, I can do—”
Addison blushed as she rose with her own plate, brushing into me and biting her lip. Our eyes met, and something fierce sparked there before she blushed deeper and moved away, bringing the plates to the sink.
“Grab your backpack, princess, the bus is gonna be here soon.”
Kyrie scampered into the living room, stuffing her homework and school stuff into her pack as I cleared the rest of the table. Addison was at the sink, washing plates, and as I set the rest of the dishes next to her on the counter, I let temptation in.
I let myself move close to her, growling quietly as I moved against her. She gasped quietly, shivering against me and pushing her ass back into me.
“We should be careful,” she whispered.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I groaned, inhaling the scent of her hair a I pressed into her ass, letting her feel how hard she was making my cock.
“Fuck, Ryker,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes closing and her breath catching. The fork she’d been washing dropped from her hands and clattered loudly against a plate in the sink, shattering the moment.
“Did something break?”
Kyrie’s voice and footsteps scampering in from the other room had me pulling away from Addison, busying myself with putting the eggs away in the fridge.
“Nope, just me being clumsy!”
Addison turned and winked at Kyrie, flicking water off her fingertips at her and making the eight-year-old giggle.
“My dad breaks dishes all the time.”
“Aww, give him a break. He’s got big hands.”
“Also he’s clumsy.”
Addison snorted, and I rolled my eyes as I lunged for Kyrie, making her squeal as I scooped her up and spun her around the kitchen before scooting her towards the door.
“Bus is gonna be at the corner any minute, kiddo.”
“Okay. Bye Addison!” Kyrie stopped short, shouldering her back and turning before she trotted up to Addison and gave her a hug. “See you later!” She whirled and darted for the door.
“Uh, bye Dad?” I grumbled. “I love you, Dad?”
“Yeah, bye! Love you!”
And just like that my star shine was out the door and running down the street. I glanced out the kitchen window, watching as she made it to the corner just in time to dart up the stairs onto the school bus.
The kitchen went quiet. Slowly, I turned. Addison’s breath caught as she saw the raw, hungry, fierce look in my eyes. Her cheeks bloomed pink, and that lip twisted in her teeth as her hands tightened on the dish towel in her hands.
“Oh,” she whispered.
“You, c’mere.”
Addison gasped as I lunged for her, moaning as my hands grabbed her possessively, spinning her around and shoving her back against the fridge. I groaned as I slammed into her, kissing her fiercely and letting my hands slide up her body as she arched herself against me. We panted, kissing each other like our lives depended on it, moaning into each other’s lips.
I reached down and tore my t-shirt off, tossing it aside before reaching for the hem of her tank top and shoving it up over her tits.
No bra. Smart girl.
She cried out as my mouth dropped to her chest, my lips wrapping around one rosy pink nipple as my tongue swirled over it. My hands slid down her skin, grabbing her hips and skimming around to the front of those painted-on jeans. I popped the button, and I started to peel them down her hips before I stopped. I pulled away from her, and suddenly, I spun her.
Addison whimpered, crying out as she pressed her palm and her cheek to the fridge, her ass pushing out into me.
Like I said: smart girl.
I growled like a beast, my hands yanking those jeans down off her sweet little ass and her perfect hips, pulling them down to her knees as I dropped to mine behind her. Fuck, I could not get enough of her pussy. I was addicted to the candy sweet taste of her.
My big hands gripped her tight little ass, spreading her wide and making her moan as I moved my mouth against her. She panted as my tongue dragged over her slick, sticky pussy, drinking her juices and making her squeal in pleasure. I groaned into her, pushing my tongue deep as my fingers dug into her skin. I sucked on her clit, making her body jolt and her moans grow louder and louder, before I moved back, teasing over her.
My tongue danced over her pussy, kissing her inner thighs and dragging between her lips, before slowly, I moved back, and higher. A wicked, filthy desire roared through my head, making my pulse thunder through me and my cock throb between my thighs.
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bsp; Time to see how dirty little Addison Hale could be.
My tongue teased over her puckered little asshole, and Addison went wild. She groaned in pure, raw pleasure, clawing at the fridge as her legs trembled and her ass pushed back into me.
“Oh fuck, Ryker…”
“Dirty girl,” I growled into her. I moved back in, swirling my tongue around her ass again as she squealed and moaned for me.
“You like being my filthy little girl don’t you?”
“Yes!” she panted, groaning as my tongue teased over her most private place again.
“Letting me put my filthy hands all over you, making you come so hard, kissing every fucking inch of this hot little body until every fucking part of you belongs to me.”
She moaned as I teased her ass again before moving back to her pussy. My tongue danced over her clit, making her scream in pleasure, her fingers raking down the metal of the fridge.
My hand dropped to my jeans, yanking my belt off and popping my fly as I reached inside. My fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock, making me groan into her little cunt as I stroked myself, pulling myself free of my jeans. My tongue swirled over her clit, her moans filling my kitchen before slowly, I stood.
“Spread those legs for me, sweetheart. Spread those legs and let me fill that little pussy up with my cock.”
My teeth raked over the back of her neck, my hand sliding down her body to grip her hip possessively as I lined my thick cock head up with her eager pussy.
“Uh-uh,” she whimpered, suddenly spinning to face me. Her mouth crushed to mine, her tongue eagerly dueling with mine before she pulled back, fire in her eyes.
“My turn.”
Addison dropped to her knees right there, her back against the fridge and her fingers teasing down my thighs. She slid a hand up and wrapped it around my cock, sending fire blazing through me as she stroked me slowly. Her pretty blue eyes looked up into mine, she opened that sexy little sassy mouth of hers, and she slid her lips down over my cock.