Reaching into her night table where she kept her condoms, he withdrew one, and then ripped the foiled package and quickly sheathed himself. She trembled with need as he climbed onto the bed and moved over her. He settled between her thighs, and she moaned at the intrusion entering her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his rock-hard ass.
He thrust into her with a magnificent growl and she whimpered at his thickness and the wicked invasion. She curled her hands over his vibrating shoulders and arched into him, accepting his heavy girth. He withdrew and thrust into her again, going deeper. And again. His plunges were desperate and rough, hitting all the right nerve endings, sparking more pleasure.
She closed her eyes as he lowered his head and his mouth melted over hers. His lips were hard and demanding and he kissed her harshly, his dominance leaving her heady and vulnerable. Quickly, she became lost in a swirl of erotic tremors. Her body tightened with pleasure and she exploded in a crash of shudders. She convulsed around his cock, her muscles greedily clenching and loving him.
He groaned and slipped his hot tongue past her lips, driving into her mouth, mating fiercely with her tongue. The bold thrust left her breathless.
He fucked her harder, his strokes driving deep into her, possessing her, claiming her. She bucked mindlessly beneath him, becoming lost in the carnal sensations, embracing the agonising pleasure. His body tightened and he thrust once, twice and again then came the warmth of his release.
* * * *
Ryland lay awake for a long time after Lily had fallen asleep. In a couple of hours he would have to leave again and head back to China in his private jet. He was expected to open several more of his spas over there, but he hadn’t been able to stay away from Lily for a day longer, so he’d jetted back here to be with her for a few hours.
He loved her so much, sometimes he ached from it. He had probably fallen in love with her at first sight. He’d known her more than two years, having met her at a friend’s cocktail party where his friend had shown her off to the party members as the interior designer who’d redecorated his California mansion.
She was the famous Lily Tiffany, the decorator who catered to the rich and famous. She had great taste in how to match a person with the perfect colour scheme, and Lily had captured his friend’s jovial mood perfectly in the rooms she’d tackled for him.
She also knew how to dress. She’d been wearing a shimmering white backless, ankle-length dress that hugged her sweet curves. The enticing slits that ran up the sides of the dress showed off the longest, most luscious legs he’d ever seen. Immediately he’d reacted to her legs and to her confident laugh as it floated in the spring breeze. His body had tensed with an acute awareness he’d never experienced before with any other woman.
His cock had hardened into such a tight mess, he’d been barely able to think straight. He’d wanted to possess her. To dominate her and to make love to her right then and there. She was tall. Half a head shorter than his six feet. The fascinating way her shoulder-length, sandy blonde hair had shimmered beneath the crystal chandeliers had made Ryland’s breath halt in his lungs.
Sensing he had been watching her, she’d turned her head and when she’d looked at him and smiled so innocently, he’d known she would be the woman for him. That night they hadn’t been able to keep their eyes off each other. After he’d been introduced to Lily, they’d been an item in the gossip magazines since. The paparazzi followed them wherever they went and the magazines were always commenting on the loving way he looked at her, reporting it was just a matter of time before they were married.
Hell, he still couldn’t keep his eyes off her, especially when she slept. She wore no makeup and her natural beauty mesmerised him. With her hair tussled from
He thrust into her with a magnificent growl and she whimpered at his thickness and the wicked invasion. She curled her hands over his vibrating shoulders and arched into him, accepting his heavy girth. He withdrew and thrust into her again, going deeper. And again. His plunges were desperate and rough, hitting all the right nerve endings, sparking more pleasure.
She closed her eyes as he lowered his head and his mouth melted over hers. His lips were hard and demanding and he kissed her harshly, his dominance leaving her heady and vulnerable. Quickly, she became lost in a swirl of erotic tremors. Her body tightened with pleasure and she exploded in a crash of shudders. She convulsed around his cock, her muscles greedily clenching and loving him.
He groaned and slipped his hot tongue past her lips, driving into her mouth, mating fiercely with her tongue. The bold thrust left her breathless.
He fucked her harder, his strokes driving deep into her, possessing her, claiming her. She bucked mindlessly beneath him, becoming lost in the carnal sensations, embracing the agonising pleasure. His body tightened and he thrust once, twice and again then came the warmth of his release.
* * * *
Ryland lay awake for a long time after Lily had fallen asleep. In a couple of hours he would have to leave again and head back to China in his private jet. He was expected to open several more of his spas over there, but he hadn’t been able to stay away from Lily for a day longer, so he’d jetted back here to be with her for a few hours.
He loved her so much, sometimes he ached from it. He had probably fallen in love with her at first sight. He’d known her more than two years, having met her at a friend’s cocktail party where his friend had shown her off to the party members as the interior designer who’d redecorated his California mansion.
She was the famous Lily Tiffany, the decorator who catered to the rich and famous. She had great taste in how to match a person with the perfect colour scheme, and Lily had captured his friend’s jovial mood perfectly in the rooms she’d tackled for him.
She also knew how to dress. She’d been wearing a shimmering white backless, ankle-length dress that hugged her sweet curves. The enticing slits that ran up the sides of the dress showed off the longest, most luscious legs he’d ever seen. Immediately he’d reacted to her legs and to her confident laugh as it floated in the spring breeze. His body had tensed with an acute awareness he’d never experienced before with any other woman.
His cock had hardened into such a tight mess, he’d been barely able to think straight. He’d wanted to possess her. To dominate her and to make love to her right then and there. She was tall. Half a head shorter than his six feet. The fascinating way her shoulder-length, sandy blonde hair had shimmered beneath the crystal chandeliers had made Ryland’s breath halt in his lungs.
Sensing he had been watching her, she’d turned her head and when she’d looked at him and smiled so innocently, he’d known she would be the woman for him. That night they hadn’t been able to keep their eyes off each other. After he’d been introduced to Lily, they’d been an item in the gossip magazines since. The paparazzi followed them wherever they went and the magazines were always commenting on the loving way he looked at her, reporting it was just a matter of time before they were married.
Hell, he still couldn’t keep his eyes off her, especially when she slept. She wore no makeup and her natural beauty mesmerised him. With her hair tussled from
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