Ryder flipped me onto all fours with effortless strength, his hands steady and sure on my hips. The position left me open and exposed, my body still humming from Mason’s intensity and the releases that had come before. My arms trembled slightly as I braced myself on the cushions, but the thrill of anticipation kept me steady. Ryder ran his palms over my ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively before spreading me wider. His touch was possessive, reverent.
“So f*****g perfect,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending shivers racing down my spine. I felt the blunt head of his c**k nudge against my entrance, slick with the combined evidence of the night so far. He pushed in slowly, inch by deliberate inch, letting me feel every ridge and vein as he stretched me open. The slow invasion
