DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 21

Wrecking her innocence 21

Wrecking her innocence 21

Lila

I swallowed. “My uncle’s back,” I said quietly. “And I think he looks quite mad. Let’s stop for now

Jerry followed my gaze. He nodded once. “Yeah. Good call.”

He pulled Sunny to a gentle halt. She stopped smoothly. Jerry swung down first, then reached up to help me

Before his hands could touch my waist, Ryder was there. He moved fast-faster than I expected

“Take your hands away from her,” he said. His voice was low and hard. “And leave. Isn’t it the end of the day for you?”

Jerry froze. Confusion crossed his face. He stepped back immediately, hands raised.

“Sorry, boss,” he said quickly. “Didn’t mean anything by it.” He looked at me, gave a small, apologetic smile, and waved See you around, Lila.”

I smiled back and waved. “Bye, Jerry.”

He walked away toward the barn, shoulders a little tense.

The moment he was out of earshot, Ryder climbed up behind me in one fluid motion. His chest pressed against my back His arms came around me to take the reins. Sunny shifted under us but stayed calm.

I turned my head slightly. “Why are you so mad?” I asked quietly.

He didn’t answer right away. His jaw was still tight. His breathing was controlled, but I could feel the tension in his body.

“I don’t know,” he finally whispered. He leaned closer, his mouth near my ear. “You tell me.”

I swallowed hard. I could feel him against my lower back-thick, hard, insistent. The bulge pressed firmly against my ass through my jeans. Heat rushed through me.

His voice dropped lower. “Watching you laugh with him. Watching him touch you. Even for a second.”

My breath caught. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Wasn’t it?” His hand slid from the reins to my waist. Fingers splayed wide, possessive. “Because from where I stood, it looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

I shivered. “I was. But it wasn’t… it wasn’t you.”

He exhaled sharply against my neck. His grip tightened. “That’s the problem.”

Sunny shifted beneath us, sensing the tension. Ryder clicked his tongue and nudged her forward into a slow walk. We moved away from the barn, toward the open field again.

His hand stayed on my waist. His other hand kept the reins loose.

“You want to know why I’m mad?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, heart pounding.

“Because I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

The words landed heavy. It was possessive and raw.

I turned my head to look at him. “Am I yours?”

His eyes met mine. It was dark and intense.

“You tell me,” he said.

I swallowed again. My voice came out small. “Yes.”

He leaned in and kissed the side of my neck. Soft. Then harder. A small bite that made me gasp.

“Then act like it,” he murmured.

His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans. Not going further. Just teasing.

I pressed back against him instinctively. He groaned low in his throat.

“Ryder…”

He pulled Sunny to a stop in the middle of the empty field. No one around. Just us, the horse, and the open sky.

He turned me in the saddle so I faced him. My legs straddled his hips now. His hardness pressed right against me through

our clothes.

“Tell me what you want,” he said. Voice rough. Eyes burning.

! looked at him. Really looked. The anger was still there, but so was something else. Need Hunger. The same thing I h

“I want you,” I whispered. “Only you.”

His hand cupped my face. Thumb brushed my bottom lip.

“Then show me.”

I leaned in and kissed him. Hard. Desperate. No more hesitation.

He kissed me back like he was starving. I couldn’t help but kiss him back, moaning softly inside his mouth

Ryder’s mouth was still on mine, never leaving or sliding down, deep and hungry, when he suddenly broke the kiss. H hands gripped my waist firmly. In one smooth motion, he turned me around in the saddle so my back pressed againsthis chest. Sunny shifted beneath us but stayed steady, used to the movement.

I gasped as he pulled me back against him. My ass nestled right against his hardness, thick and insistent through our clothes. His arms wrapped around me from behind, one hand sliding up under my crop top to cup my breast. His palm was warm and rough. He squeezed gently at first, then firmer, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened instantly

“Hold on,” he murmured against my ear. His voice was low and rough.

I grabbed the saddle horn with both hands. My knuckles whitened. He reached down with his other hand and worked my jeans open just enough. He tugged them down my thighs along with my panties-not all the way, just enough to bare me Cool air hit my skin, but then his fingers were there, sliding through my wetness, teasing my entrance before pushing two inside me.

I moaned, head falling back against his shoulder. His lips found my neck. He kissed and sucked, teeth grazing lightly, then moved to my jaw and my chin, nipping and licking while his fingers thrust slowly in and out.

He pulled his hand away. I heard the rustle of his zipper. Then the hot, blunt head of him pressed against me from behind. He pushed in slowly. One long, steady slide until he was buried deep.

I cried out softly. The angle was intense-deeper than before, hitting places that made my thighs shake. He held still for a second, letting me adjust, then started moving. Slow at first. Deep thrusts that rocked me forward against the saddle.

His hand stayed on my breast, squeezing and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The other hand gripped my hip, guiding me back to meet each thrust. The horse swayed gently beneath us, adding to the rhythm-rocking us together in a slow, filthy grind.

He pressed his lips to my neck again. Kissed up to my jaw. Nipped my chin. “You like this?” he asked, voice rough and low. Tell me.”

I nodded frantically. “Fuck… I love it so much,” I confessed. My voice broke on the words.

He groaned against my skin. His thrusts sped up. Harder. Deeper. The saddle horn dug into my palms as I held on. Each slam forward made me gasp. My breasts bounced with the motion. His hand squeezed harder, pinching my nipple just enough to make me whimper.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. “So wet for me. Taking me so good.”

I moaned louder. My head fell back against his shoulder. His mouth found my neck again-sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hips snapped forward, relentless. The wet sounds of our bodies/meeting mixed with my gasps and his low

grunts.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Come with me.”

My hand slid down between my legs. Fingers found my clit. I rubbed in tight circles while he pounded into me from behind Pleasure coiled fast-hot, sharp, overwhelming.

“Ryder… I’m-”

“Me too,” he rasped. “Fuck, Lila… come now.”

I shattered. My walls clenched hard around him. Pleasure exploded through me in white-hot waves. I cried out, body shaking, thighs trembling around the saddle. He thrust once, twice more-deep, erratic-then groaned roughly against my neck. He came hard, pulsing inside me, filling me with hot spurts.

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