DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 13

Ryder

Delaney hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Then she started moving. Up and down. Steady rhythm. Taking me deeper each time. Her throat relaxed, letting me slide past the tight ring until her nose brushed my pelvis. She held there for a second, swallowing around me, then pulled back slowly, lips dragging, tongue pressing flat against the underside.

Pleasure roared through me. It was hot and intense. Even building fast now. My hips lifted off the bed, chasing her mouth. She met every thrust, never gagging, never pulling away. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. The other gripped my thigh for balance.

I watched her. I watched the way her cheeks hollowed. The way her lashes fluttered when she took me deep. The way saliva glistened on her lips. It was beautiful. It was wrong. It was everything and not enough.

Lila’s face flashed again–her shy smile, her uncertain strokes–and guilt stabbed hard. But the pleasure was louder. I was close. So close. The coil in my gut tightened painfully.

“Delaney… I’m-” My voice cracked.

She didn’t stop. Instead, she took me deeper, swallowing around me smoothly while a low hum vibrated through her throat.

I came hard.

Back arching off the bed, a low, broken groan tore out of me as wave after wave spilled down her throat. Delaney swallowed every pulse without flinching, her throat working rhythmically around me, milking me slowly and steadily until I was empty, shaking, and completely spent.

She pulled off gradually, her lips sliding along my length one last time before she released me. She licked her lips once, then looked up at me with soft, searching eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth like she’d just discovered something miraculous.

“Lie on the bed now,” I whispered, my breath still ragged and uneven.

Delaney blinked in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate. She rose smoothly from her knees and settled onto her back in the center of the mattress. The moonlight caught the faint sheen of sweat on her skin and the way her chest rose and fell quickly. She watched me with quiet curiosity as I moved over her, positioning myself between her thighs.

I nudged her legs apart with my knees. She parted them willingly, slowly, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders at first. I reached down and guided myself to her entrance, still slick from her mouth and the leftover lube. One steady push, and I sank inside her completely, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt.

She gasped sharply, eyes widening in shock. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting. “Ryder…?”

I didn’t answer with words. I started moving–hard, deep, deliberate thrusts that rocked her body beneath me. The bed creaked under us with every slow withdrawal and forceful slide back in. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively heels digging into the small of my back as she tried to hold on. Pleasure surged through me again, sharper this time, raw and overwhelming after so long without it.

Delaney moaned loudly, surprised and breathless. Her nails scraped lightly down my back as she arched to meet me. “When… when did you get your old self back?” she managed between gasps, her voice trembling with both pleasure and

disbelief.

I didn’t reply. Instead. I leaned down and cupped her face with one hand, thumb brushing across her cheekbone in a slow.

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MOA

Chapter 13-

Salmost tender stroke My thrusts never slowed–hard, relentless, driving deep each time, hips snapping forward with controlled force. Then I kissed her roughly, mouth claiming hers, tongue sweeping in without gentleness. She kissed me back just as fiercely, moaning into my mouth, her body arching higher to meet every punishing movement.

If only she knew.

In my head, it wasn’t Delaney beneath me.

It was Lila.

Lila’s wide completely.

eyes stared

up at me in stunned wonder, lips parted in soft shock. Her soft gasps filled the room as I filled her

Lila’s hands were clutching my shoulders like I was the only thing keeping her grounded in the storm.

Lila’s legs locked around me, pulling me deeper, begging without words for more, for harder, for everything.

The fantasy made everything sharper. Hotter. I fucked harder, chasing that image, chasing the pleasure that felt stolen and wrong and impossibly right all at once. Each thrust pushed deeper, hips grinding against hers at the end of every stroke, drawing out low whimpers from her throat. My free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip firmly to angle her just right, so every slide hit that spot inside her that made her back bow and her breath hitch.

Delaney cried out again, louder now, her inner walls fluttering around me as she climbed toward her own release. “Ryder… oh God…” Her voice broke on my name, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me down for another rough kiss.

I gave it to her, my teeth nipping her lower lip, tongue plunging deep while my hips snapped forward relentlessly. Sweat slicked our skin where we touched. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of our bodies colliding, the creak of the bedframe, her breathless moans, and my low grunts.

I could feel her tightening, pulsing around me, her thighs trembling against my sides. She was close. So close. I shifted my angle slightly, grinding harder against her clit with every thrust, drawing out the friction until her whole body tensed.

She came with a sharp, muffled cry against my mouth, inner walls clenching rhythmically around me, pulling me deeper. Her nails raked down my back hard enough to leave marks/Her legs locked tighter, heels digging in as wave after wave rolled through her.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

I kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, prolonging every shudder until she was gasping, oversensitive, and trembling beneath me. Then I let myself go again–harder, faster, chasing my own second release. The coil in any gut tightened painfully, pleasure building to a breaking point.

With one final, deep thrust, I buried myself completely and came inside her, groaning low against her neck. Pulse after pulse, spilling hot and thick, my hips jerking with each wave until I was shaking, drained, collapsing over her.

We stayed like that for long moments–bodies slick with sweat, breathing ragged, hearts pounding against each other. Delaney’s arms wrapped around me slowly, holding me close.

I pressed my forehead to her shoulder, eyes closed, trying to steady my breathing.

But in my head, it was still Lila’s name on my lips.

Lila’s body trembling beneath me.

Lila’s soft “Ryder…” whispered in awe.

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