by Sam Crescent
She was so fucking beautiful, and she tempted him in ways that drove him crazy.
When her tongue flicked across her lips, he knew what she was thinking, and he didn’t have a problem with that, not in the slightest.
“I want to taste you, like you tasted me.”
“Only if you want to.”
She slammed her lips against his. “I don’t do anything that I don’t want.”
Scarlett moved off his lap, and he gripped the sheets beneath him, watching her stare at his length. He reclined a little, and watching her lick the tip that already had pre-cum spilling out was fucking incredible.
Her tits hung down, and the only thing he was missing was a mirror so he could look at her cunt and ass.
He was addicted to her body.
Every single curve was a temptation to him.
Ryker moaned as her lips took the head of his cock, sucking on it. She pulled away, and the next time she took more of his cock. Her hand moved from the root going to her lips then back down again as she pulled off his dick.
The pleasure was intense and instant, and he didn’t want her to stop.
He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning, or from startling her. This was all Scarlett, and the last thing he wanted to do was force her, or to make her uncomfortable.
She swallowed more of him down, and he closed his eyes, counting to ten.
When he hit the back of her throat, and he felt her swallow, he nearly blew right there.
“I’m not going to last much longer, Scarlett. If you don’t want to be … ugh, have my cum in your mouth, you’re going to have to stop.”
She didn’t stop. She sucked him down and bobbed her head.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, finding his release.
He expected her to jump back, to be afraid, or something.
She didn’t.
Scarlett swallowed him down, taking every last drop and milking him for more.
When he couldn’t take anymore, she eased off, sitting back and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I didn’t … scare you, did I?” she asked.
He chuckled. “You couldn’t scare me. I was worried that I … brought back bad memories.”
The smile on her lips didn’t reach her eyes. “It was a long time ago. I’m twenty-eight years old. My dad stopped everything on my sixteenth birthday. I’ve done all the counseling and everything. I just … don’t treat me like I’ll break, or like that matters.”
“Do a lot of people treat you that way?”
“A lot of people refuse to forget, or just treat me like I don’t exist.”
“Why move to the town where everyone knows you, and they know what happened?”
Scarlett tilted her head to the side. He liked that she hadn’t tried to hide her body from him. Her tits were exposed. Her hands rested on her knees, and she looked so relaxed, so calm.
There was a flush to her skin, and he wanted to touch her. He didn’t want to stop touching her.
“I like it here. Why should I have to live somewhere else?”
“If you ever want to get away from people looking at you like you’re damaged.”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I like it here. This is my home, and you should be a little thankful. Not a lot of people come up here, and a lot of people treat me like a stranger anyway. They don’t like the thought of getting their fancy cars stranded.”
“You drove up here really well.”
“That’s because I’m used to it, but if there’s a heavy rainfall, I have to walk. Snow keeps me up here as well.”
He reached out, cupping her cheek. “I know you want me to leave, but I don’t want to go, not yet.”
“I don’t want you to leave. I’m going to help you, Ryker.” She pressed her cheek against his palm, and fuck it if that didn’t make him feel a whole shit load of things.
He was falling for this woman, and now that he’d had a taste of her, he knew he wasn’t ever going to be able to walk away.
Ryker didn’t doubt that his name would be cleared. He had all the evidence, and some of the men he’d met on the inside had warned him that he had to make sure people thought he was either dead or in a different country.
She pressed a kiss against his palm. “I’m going to take a shower, and then I’ll make us some breakfast.”
He watched her climb off the bed and walk away.
Her ass captured his attention, and collapsing to the bed, he rubbed at his eyes. “You cannot fall in love. You cannot fall in love.”
Even as he kept on speaking those words to himself, he knew he was already doomed. There was something about Scarlett, and it wasn’t because she’d had her mouth on his dick, and swallowed his cum. It was something more.
He wanted to protect her, to chase away the bad memories, and be the one guy that never let her down.
His life had just become a lot more complicated.
****
Ryker chopped the salad while she cooked up the marinated chicken. Every now and then, Scarlett kept looking at him, wondering if he thought about this morning. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Did he enjoy it?
She knew he did because he’d come, but she wondered if he was regretting it.
When he moved past her, he placed his hands on her hips and kissed her neck before grabbing something out of the fridge. He’d been doing that all day. Touching her, finding a reason to be near her, and she wasn’t about to turn him down.
Scarlett adored his touch, craved it even, and she certainly didn’t want it to end.
When the chicken was cooked, she placed it on the platter and focused on the next thing she wanted to do. Tomorrow’s dinner was steak, and once again, she was using all of her seasonings to create even more flavor. She loved spices and experimenting in the kitchen, even if some things were awful.
He grated up some cheese and tossed the salad together with the dressing ingredients. He liked a lot of garlic, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him that she hated it raw and wouldn’t enjoy it. Still, she loved watching him when he tried something.
Prison couldn’t have been fun, especially prison food.
The pleasure on his face at each little morsel of food was a testament to that.
Chopping up the chicken that had rested, she placed it on top of their salad, and they took a seat at the table.
After their time together in the bedroom and after breakfast, Ryker had been repairing some loose floorboards, while she’d been going around removing her pictures, replacing them with different images.
“I was wondering if you’d start a small fire in the barbeque pit,” she said.
“Sure thing. Why? You want to have some grilled food?” he asked.
“No. I want to burn those pictures.” She didn’t know why she’d kept them. Cutting that evil bastard out of each picture had been freeing, but now, they were just a reminder that she really didn’t want or need.
“He was in your life for a long time?” Ryker asked.
She paused with a piece of chicken near her mouth. “He got into my mom’s good graces, and then she wouldn’t get rid of him.” She shrugged. “In the beginning he wasn’t all that bad. It was later, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
Talking was something she’d done enough of.
He reached out, grabbing her hand. “I’m here.”
“I know.” She looked at him. “He’s never coming back.”
“Your stepfather?”
“Yes, he’s dead.” She didn’t elaborate any further on what her real dad had done, nor did Ryker ask for more.
Her father had killed him, and saved his daughter. There was nothing more to be said. Afterward, no one sent her father to prison, but that was because he handed her the gun once he’d done it, and told her that she didn’t have to be afraid anymore.
She told the cops that she couldn’t take it anymore, and reported the years of abuse.
It had all been wrapped up nice
and tight.
She pushed some of her salad around her plate, and Ryker chuckled. “You know I’m not a monster, right?”
“I know.”
“So, why didn’t you just tell me that you hated garlic?” he asked.
“You love it.”
“But I also saw that every time a recipe calls for raw garlic, you cross it out, and it has the word ‘yuck’ next to it.”
He got up from the table, and she watched as he pulled another plate from the fridge. She’d been so lost in her own little world that she’d not seen him serve up three people. “Dressing without garlic.” He winked at her. “Enjoy.”
Okay, now that had to be one of the sweetest things she’d ever seen. “You knew?”
“I knew, but I was hoping you’d tell me. I love all food, but I need to know what you love and hate if we’re going to make this work.”
“Make this work?”
He took a deep breath. “I want to make us work.”
“Us?”
This time he laughed, and she joined him. “You keep repeating everything I say.”
“I’m sorry.”
He took her hand, and she stared down at his much larger one. “When my name is cleared, I want to come back here. I want to live with you, and to stay with you. I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance, and us a chance.”
“You want a relationship?”
“Yes. I’m not promising it will be easy, but I like you, Scarlett. I enjoy living here. The peace, the quiet, and I love watching you sleep.”
“Is that what won you over?” she asked, feeling her cheeks heat. She loved it when she woke and he was there, watching her.
He made her feel safe and warm. She didn’t want to lose that feeling.
“That and the fact you don’t fart or snore.”
She pulled away, covering her cheeks. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe you just said that.”
He laughed. “I’m being serious here, Scarlett. I like you, a lot. I want to make this work.”
She leaned in close and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Then I want you to make love to me, and I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“You want that?”
“Yes, I do.” She placed a hand on his chest. He was so warm, always so warm. “Is it wrong that I want you?”
“No, it’s not wrong.”
“I’m fat,” she said, blurting out the words.
She saw the frown on his face. “Okay, I don’t agree with that.” He held her hip. “I don’t think you’re fat.”
“He told me I was that I was lucky to get his attention because no one wanted a fat chick.”
“That man is lucky he’s dead otherwise I would be committing murder.”
“Don’t, please, don’t see me any differently,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not broken, Ryker. I’m fine. I’m healed, and I want this. When you look at me, please don’t see him.”
He cupped her face with both of his hands, tilting her head back. “I’d never do that. When I look at you, Scarlett, I only ever see you. No one else matters to me but you.” He leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers.
Chapter Five
Ryker carried Scarlett upstairs. He ignored every single one of her protests, and placed her gently on the bed. His cock was rock-hard, and he wanted inside her more than he wanted anything else in the world.
Removing his clothes, he kept his gaze locked on hers.
For the past couple of weeks, he’d been thinking of this moment, hoping she felt the attraction that had been building between them for a long time.
She sat up and began to remove her clothes. He couldn’t resist watching. Each layer showed off her body to perfection. He loved her tits, her ass, her curvy hips. Her thighs were also amazing to him.
Right now, he wanted them wrapped around his hips as he plowed into her. When they were both naked, he pulled her off the bed and held her close. He didn’t want to lose a single moment with this woman. How the hell could he have fallen in love so quickly? And yet, there was no other word for it. He had fallen in love with her. She was his entire world. From waking up in the morning to going to sleep, and every single moment in between. When he lay awake in prison, having his revenge had been the only thing he could think about, whereas now, it was about being with her.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he sank his fingers into her hair, holding her head in place as he ravished her mouth. She moaned, her hands moving up his chest to circle his neck, and his cock pulsed with another spill of pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
Turning her back to the bed, he trailed kisses down to her neck, cupping her large tits. Sucking each of her nipples, he watched her moan. Each gasp was sweet music as he moved down her body. She dropped to the bed when he gave her a little push, and he moved her so that her thighs were spread open, and he got a good look at her dripping pussy.
She was soaking wet, and he slid a finger between her slit, bumping her clit before gliding down and plunging inside her.
His cock was going to be inside her, and he wasn’t going to be wearing anything that would numb the sensation of being within her. That shit was never going to happen. Spreading the lips of her pussy, he slid his tongue from her entrance up to her clit, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. She tasted like heaven, and he couldn’t resist dipping down and fucking her cunt with his tongue.
It wasn’t enough though. When it came to this woman, nothing ever felt enough.
Touching her clit over and over, he listened as each stroke brought her closer to her orgasm. Before he took her, making her his, he was going to listen to her scream his name.
“Please … don’t stop.”
“You love this, baby?” he asked.
“Yes. It feels so good.”
He smiled against her pussy but didn’t stop, sucking her clit into his mouth. Even though with every passing second it was driving him crazy with need, he kept on licking her. Slowly, he watched her build up to that peak, and when he had her perched on the edge, he waited until he finally threw her over, and she came with such fierceness. He swallowed down her cum and teased her until there were tiny little aftershocks of sensation. She wanted more, and he wanted to give it to her.
Ryker didn’t stop, and he brought her to a second orgasm, which wasn’t his intention, but the moment he started, he didn’t see a reason to stop.
She came for him, and as she screamed his name, he replaced his lips with his fingers, stroking her.
Moving her up the bed, he slid between her thighs. When she could no longer stand him touching her, as she was sensitive, he gripped his cock and placed it between her slit. She was soaking wet, and as he moved his cock through, she got even more aroused.
Staring into her eyes, he eased the head of his dick within her. Slowly, inch by inch, he filled her, wanting to watch her eyes as he did. With only a few inches left, he took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, and pressing them either side of her head.
On that last final inch, he thrust inside her. Not only did he claim her with his body, he claimed her with his heart. There was no going back now, and he didn’t want to. She was all his, and he’d never let her go.
He’d fallen in love with this woman.
Pulling out of her body until only the tip remained, he began to thrust within her, going slow at first, giving her time to get accustomed to the feel of his body. She began to arch up, meeting him halfway, and taking what she wanted.
It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman, and even then, it hadn’t meant anything to him.
This meant something to him.
She belonged to him, and he felt completely taken over.
Holding her hands, he claimed her lips and rode her hard. She melted against him, and she didn’t fight his touch, not that he wanted her to.
She was his in every single way.
Ryker came, filling her body with his cum, basking in the feel of
her surrounding him.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” he said. “You’re mine now, Scarlett, all mine.”
****
Scarlett ran the tips of her fingers up Ryker’s chest, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Her body was on fire, and even though he’d made love to her twice more, she wanted him again. This … thrilled her.
She never for a second thought that she’d ever be able to have a relationship. That her past would always hold her back, and yet, she’d taken Ryker three times, and not only that, she wanted him again.
He stroked her arm, and she closed her eyes basking in his attention.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She smiled, and glanced up at him.
“I know that look,” he said before she even got a word out.
“You do?”
“Yes.” His hand cupped the back of her head, and he claimed her lips once again. She loved his mouth on her. The way he kissed her, it was unlike anything she’d ever read about in her books.
“But, I don’t want you to be … on top. I want to be.”
“You want to ride me?”
“Yes.”
The smile on his face let her know before his words that he was more than okay with that.
He moved so that he was sitting up. “I’m all yours.”
His cock wasn’t rock-hard, but she saw that he was ready to go again.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she moved to straddle his legs. His hand gripped her hip and helped to guide her as she sat on his lap.
The hand on her hip moved up, cupping her tit, but he didn’t linger.
Before he could take charge, she leaned forward and took possession of his lips. She loved kissing, and she wasn’t sure if it was her favorite thing to do, or her second favorite. Either way, she loved it.
Their kiss went on for a long time, and as it did, she felt him begin to stir between her thighs.
“Fuck, baby, do you have any idea what you do to me? What you make me want?”
She smiled against his lips. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“More than anything. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
This made her pull back. “What about your freedom?”
“I’m here with you. That’s freedom enough.”