A single, hot tear traces a slow path down my cheek as I lift my body slightly, shivering at the deliberate yet tantalizing scrape of his c***k against my walls before I slide back down again. It feels so f.ucking good; I don’t understand how, but the sensation only seems to sharpen and intensify with every movement. s*x with this man only seems to get better each and every time.
Ryker’s hand lifts to my face, his touch a heavy contrast to the heat between us. His thumb swipes across my cheek, catching the stray teardrop just as I raise my gaze to meet his own.
He doesn’t say a word. He simply drops his hand back to my hip, his grip tightening possessively as his gaze drills into mine as I ride him. We rock together in a desperate rhythm, my hips lifting and lowering, my breathing hitchi
