Against The Wall by Rhyannon Byrd Page B

back up into her, forcing his way in. She was getting hotter, slicker, soaking him—all creamy and warm and wet—and the feeling of finally being inside of her was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced. Shea was every fantasy and adolescent wet dream he’d ever had, innocent and seductively sensual, the erotic contradiction wearing his control to the breaking point.
    Again he moved out and back in, his movements deliberately careful, but Shea wasn’t having it. She loved the slow, precise feeling of his thick erection moving inside of her, all those long, vein-ridged inches of cock stretching her open, pulling her apart. But more than that, she wanted him wild and out of control again. She wanted him to find pleasure without worrying he was hurting her, without this careful restraint.
    “Ryan,” she moaned against his mouth, biting gently at his bottom lip. “Ry, you can let go. I’m not going to break if you take me hard. God, I want you to! I want it the way I’ve always read it could be. Show me how it can really be, Ry. Show me.”
    And just like that, his caution broke. “Oh fuck,” he groaned helplessly, pinning her hard to the wall, trapping her as his body pulled out and then rammed back in with a hard scraping motion that raked her inner walls with pleasure.
    She heard someone release a broken shout, vaguely wondering if the erotic cry had come from her. Then he did it again, only this time harder, faster, slamming her with his cock, and suddenly she was lost in the fury and depth of his strokes.
    Ryan took her again and again, his big body hard and hungry, his cock ruthless, plunging and withdrawing until he thought he’d die from the pleasure of fucking her.
    He wanted it to go on forever, but it was too good, too hot, too everything. His balls tightened as his stomach muscles clenched, signaling his release, and he wanted her there with him, milking him dry to the very end. “Come,” he ordered hoarsely, his mouth hot and damp, almost biting against the side of her neck.
    Ryan lifted her higher, angling his body so that each deep thrust worked him against her clit, pushing her where he wanted her, grinding against her with expert pressure and friction. “I wanna feel you creaming around my cock this time, Shea. Next time I’m gonna swallow it down my throat again, just like last night, but this time I want your cunt sucking me tight while I fill you up. Come on, baby.”
    He pulled out, shoved back in, pulled out, crammed deeper, and suddenly she was flying, the pleasure exploding through her in a warm, violent rush, forced out of her by his words and his body.
    He felt the hard tension of her tightening passage, and then all those exquisite little muscles were squeezing his naked cock in a delicious rhythm that ripped his orgasm right out of him.
    Ryan came with a rough shout, banging her body against the wall as he spilled and spilled and spilled, until he thought she’d drained him of everything, until he could barely stand. His muscles shook, taxed from the force of his release, and he gave a masculine grunt of horror at the feel of his legs giving out. They slumped down the wall together. He caught himself hard on his knees, gripping her bottom tightly so as not to pull out of her sweet, cum-filled pussy, not yet ready to break the intimate contact.
     
    Hell, he thought with a low groan. He’d never be ready. This was some serious, whacked out, scary shit. He felt like he’d just been turned inside out, completely exposed, and not just physically. His skin and shields had been peeled away, and now everything was out in the open in the rawest way he could’ve imagined.
    It was worse than he’d feared, this insane connection they shared—but then it was so much more.
    It was the most incredible sex he’d ever had, red hot and raging, completely uncontrollable. Seriously mind-blowing. Shit, he felt like he’d just had a friggin’ epiphany. So what in the hell was he supposed