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With every inch, it feels like she grows tighter and tighter until it feels next to impossible to slide into her.
“Baby, relax.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. I’m already so close.”
I bring my mouth back up her body until I meet her lips. I wet them with my tongue and then open her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. My body breaks out in tingles from the connection as her hand filters into my hair, tugging on the short strands as she kisses me, our tongues tangling, our moans mixing. Slowly, as she falls into the kiss, I enter her to the hilt. That’s when we both groan together.
But I don’t let up. I continue to kiss her, take everything she’s giving me, while I move my hand down her stomach to the spot right above her pubic bone. With my palm, I apply a bit of pressure by pressing down while I pulse inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she yells as her fingers dig into my scalp. “Ryot . . . oh my God.”
I smile against her mouth and continue to press down as I pulse in, creating a rhythm that is so dangerously intensifying that my impending orgasm climbs up the back of my legs to the base of my balls.
Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my ass, giving her leverage to lift her pelvis, adding to the pressure.
“Shit, Myla, I want you to come. I want to feel that sweet cunt throbbing around my cock.”
Her mouth clashes with mine. She forces me to pick up the pace from the digging of her heels, and I listen. I prop my hand on the bed for leverage, push down on her stomach, and then rapidly pulse into her.
Our moans collide together, our desperation tangles, and our need for release peaks.
“Yes, Ryot. Fuck me. Fuck . . . me.”
I slam into her, one slap after another, so hard that I feel the bed slamming into the wall with my movement, but I don’t care. I keep going.
I forget that we’re in a hotel.
I forget about the divorce.
I forget about the troubles we’ve been having.
And I live in this moment, where she’s mine, where I have control over her pleasure, where nothing could stop me from making this woman come all over my cock.
“Oh God. Yes, Ryot. Yes,” she screams just as her pussy clenches around my cock and her orgasm pulses through her.
“Fuck, Myla. Fuck, I love you,” I announce just as my cock swells and I explode inside her, letting her pussy clench around my length until there’s nothing left inside me. “Jesus Christ,” I mumble as I slow my hips and attempt to catch my breath.
Myla does the same, but while her chest rises and falls, she grips my jaw and forces me to look her in the eyes. “You love me,” she says, almost in amazement.
I lean into her hand. “I do.”
Her eyes well up right before she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hug. I circle my arms around her and hold her close. I pepper light kisses on her neck and then kiss her lips.
“I love you more than anything, Myla. I need you to know that.” I lift and kiss her eyes, her nose, her mouth again. “And I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
Her hand strokes the back of my head as she says, “I know.”
And then she kisses me again, and I can feel her passion all the way to the tips of my toes, but even though she’s here in my arms, holding me tightly, I can’t help but think about how I told her I love her . . . and she didn’t say it back.
ChapterTwenty-Two
MYLA
Present day . . .
I stretch my arms in the air, my back aching as well as the spot between my legs. “Urgh,” I groan as I roll over to the side, my face landing right on Ryot’s chest.
His arm snags me around the waist, and he drags me on top of him so our naked bodies are pressed together, his morning erection nudging my stomach.
