Page 25 of Rough & Ruthless

With that, Stryker guides us to the floor, grabbing his leather cut and spreading it out. He adjusts my position so I’m on my hands and knees, then growls as he slides his hands all over my back, ass, and thighs. He nudges my legs apart so he can stroke my aching pussy from behind.

I moan and buck my hips, rubbing against his hand shamelessly. “Stryker…” I whimper.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Stryker…” I can’t seem to say anything else, but I don’t need to. He growls and jerks my hips back, his hands tightening with unreleased tension.

“I’ve got you, love. Hang on.”

I barely register his words before he slams his thickness into me, setting a relentless pace. I cry out as he stretches the walls of my swollen, dripping pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot hard and fast, over and over.

My fists clench the leather jacket beneath me, and my head drops forward as Stryker fucks me roughly, bouncing me off his cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and gasp for air, each thrust going deeper, deeper, so damn deep it feels like he’s choking me with his dick.

“Soraya, goddamn, every single time I think it can’t get any better,” he groans. I nod my head and whimper in agreement. Every time with him feels new, intense, and thrilling.

Stryker pulls out suddenly, making me gasp at the loss of him. I look at him over my shoulder just in time to see him crouching behind me and gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He growls and sucks on my clit before licking up my slit and circling my asshole with the tip of his tongue.

Every nerve ending in my body sparks at once, making me shudder violently. My arms shake and give out, and I rest my head on the floor while Stryker continues his relentless pursuit of our pleasure. He covers me with his saliva and attacks my pussy, scraping his teeth along my lips and then licking away the sting. Stryker thrusts his tongue in and out of my entrance until pinpricks of light flash in my eyes.

The pressure in my core is intense and blinding as he keeps pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer, so close I can taste it.

And then he’s gone. Frustrated tears burn my eyes. I’m right there. Stryker grips my ass cheeks in a punishing hold and enters me in one hard, gut-twisting thrust.

A furious orgasm crashes over me as my pussy knots around his huge cock over and over. Pleasure bordering on pain surges through me, and I cry out with each brutal stroke. I claw at the floor and somehow find the strength to push myself back up on my arms. I rock back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

My next orgasm takes me by surprise, flashing through me like lightning. Stryker snarls and fists my hair, tugging lightly at the strands while I come around his cock. I bow my back, changing the angle of my hips so he's hitting me impossibly deeper. I'm struck by lightning again, coming hard and fast. The electricity from my sudden, intense orgasms lingers in my veins, keeping me impossibly close to the edge.

My world suddenly spins, and when I open my eyes, I see Stryker hovering above me, pressing my back into the floor as he dips his head down and claims my mouth with his own.

“Need to kiss you while I make you squirt for me, sweetness,” he grunts, hooking a hand under my knee and spreading me open for him.

Stryker settles in between my thighs and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, gathering up my wetness and rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.

“I can’t come again,” I whimper.

His lips twist up into a savage smile like he can't wait to prove me wrong. I don't think he'll have to wait long. Despite my protests, my body feels like it's on fire and the only one who can put it out is Stryker.

“Let me show you all of the things this sexy little body can do,” he says in that dark, gravelly tone that makes me shiver.

Stryker pushes his cock into my entrance, sinking into me slowly and filling me up inch by agonizing inch. He teases me with long, languid strokes in and out while kissing down my neck and chest, pausing to suck on my pulse point.

I cry out and arch into him, making Stryker groan and focus his attention on my tits. He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder, faster, while lapping at my nipples and biting the sensitive peaks.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips, rocking into him as he tears me apart. Stryker’s muscles tense and flex as he hammers into me, his strokes becoming uneven and frantic.

An almost suffocating pressure blooms in my core, overwhelming me with its intensity. My entire existence shrinks down to this moment, this connection, the way Stryker is breaking me, healing me, showing me how much he loves me.

I stare into Stryker’s dark brown eyes, needing him to see what he’s doing to me. We don’t have to talk, we only have to be here in this moment, sharing every emotion without words.

Every muscle in my body twitches, tenses, and then locks up. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest and squeezes up tightly as I hold my breath.

“Come for me, Soraya. Fuck, please come for me,” he grits out, sounding pained.

The crushing pressure building up in my core explodes out of me, the sweet, sharp ache breaking over my body in waves of excruciating bliss. I convulse beneath Stryker’s rippling muscles as more and more of my juices pool and then gush out of my pussy with each contraction.

I'd be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can't think about anything else except this never ending orgasm rattling through my bones.

“Jesus, that’s it. You’re making a fucking mess, love. Squirting all over me like a good girl.” I moan at his dirty words and bask in his approval. “Gonna come now, baby. Gonna come so fucking hard.”