The moment Ryan thrust into me, everything else disappeared. One second I was pinned against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, dress bunched at my hips; the next he was buried to the hilt inside my bare p***y, stretching me wide and deep with no barrier between us. The feeling was overwhelming: hot, thick, pulsing, the head of his c**k nudging places I hadn’t felt touched in months. I gasped against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as my walls clenched around him instinctively.
“f**k,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against mine. His breath was ragged, whiskey-scented, eyes squeezed shut like he was fighting for control. “You feel… Jesus, Jessica, you’re so wet.”
I rolled my hips, taking him even deeper, loving the way his whole bod
