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“More of what?”

“Everything,” I practically yell, desperation settling in. “I need to come. I really, really need to come.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

“This is not enough. The toy’s not enough.”

“I know that, too.” What? “That’s a toy meant for couples.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“It’s not meant to be the only thing inside you.”

My brain struggles to form a conclusion when a doorbell breaks through the fog of it. Panic sets in an instant before Ryan whispers, “Open the door, Paige.”

“What?” I whisper-yell, but I’m already on my feet.

“Open the door. I think you deserve to come now.”

I throw the toy onto the bed and rush to my front door, forgetting the insignificant fact of being naked. The realization hits me as soon as I open the door, finding Ryan on the other side. He’s a vision to my orgasm-starved body, but my brain freezes.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Ryan

“Get inside,” she whisper-yells. “Quick, before Linda sees you. Fuck, if she sees this, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

She pulls me inside, slamming the door and locking it. Her panicked questions continue, but the only thing I’m able to focus on is the fact that she’s standing naked and flushed in front of me. I was already hard as fuck during the phone call, maddened by the desperate sounds she made, but this is something else. There’s no blood left in my brain when she grabs me by the lapels of my shirt.

“Ryan, are you listening to me? Where did you park your car?”

I shake my head, an unsuccessful attempt to clear my thoughts. “I parked further away, don’t worry.”

“But…” she starts.

I don’t let her finish the sentence, fusing our mouths together instead. One hand slips into her hair, pulling her closer, while the other travels the exposed skin of her back before landing on her ass. She shivers at my touch. Her scent finds its way into my nose, making my cock hard enough that my pants turn uncomfortable. The palms of her hands find their spot on my chest, the heat of them seeping into my skin.

Unable to hold off any longer, I lower to grab her thighs and lift her up. She locks her ankles behind my back, letting out a delicious moan. She grinds her pussy over my pants, and I’m reminded of the fact that she’s naked. There’ll probably be a mark left from her wetness, and the thought makes me wild. Our tongues dance together, but her hands grow impatient, finding their way to my zipper.

“Fuck, Ryan. I can’t wait any longer.” She unzips my pants and releases my cock.

I let out a hiss when her warm hand wraps around my hard length. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“I need you,” she pleads, trying to angle my cock into her pussy. Lifting her up with one hand, I line up my shaft and lower her onto it.

She lets out a breathy moan while I stutter, “Fucking shit…”

I lower her painfully slow, but she’s so hot and wet, spots appear in my vision. Her arms wrap around my neck. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I bounce her up and down on my throbbing cock. She seems out of this world, and my chest swells with pride being the one to bring her there.

“Is this better, baby? Better than that toy?”

Another moan escapes her. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. I’m so close.”

I’m close, too, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet. Gently, I wrap my hand around her hair, pulling her head back until her eyes connect with mine. “Not yet.” My voice means business. “I need you to hold off on that orgasm. Can you do that?”

Her head shakes frantically. “No. No. I can’t. I need…”

“I’m serious, Paige. You can’t come yet.”