DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Lila

We stepped out of the car, and the front door shut behind us with a quies click. The house was silent – Delaney was at work. and the ranch hands were gone for the day. Just us. The moment my red heels clicked against the wooden floor. Ryder turned me around so fast I gasped.

His hands were already on my waist, pulling me flush against him. Then his mouth was on mine He kissed me like he’d been starving for it the entire drive home. His tongue pushed past my lips immediately, stroking mine in slow, possessive sweeps. I moaned into his mouth. The sound vibrated between us. My hands flew

deep, urgent, claiming shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt as he walked me backward through the hallway.

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I tried to steer him toward my room. My body was already on fire. My pussy was soaked — aching, throbbing, dripping down my thighs inside my jeans. Every step rubbed the seam against my swollen clit and made me whimper against his lips. I rubbed myself shamelessly through the denim while we kissed, fingers pressing hard against the seam, grinding my hips forward to chase the friction. I needed him inside me. Needed him now.

We stumbled into my room. The door banged shut behind us. Ryder lifted me easily and set me on the edge of the bed. His hands moved fast, tugging my top over my head, unhooking my bra, and shoving my jeans and panties down my legs in one rough pull. He left my heels on. The red straps stayed wrapped around my ankles like a promise

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I was naked except for those heels. Spread open for him. Wet and glistening. Ready.

He dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands gripped my thighs and yanked me forward until my ass was right at the edge. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders. My heels dangled against his back. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy, and I loved it.

He looked up at me once, his eyes dark, pupils blown, and jaw tight with hunger. Then, he buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue dragged over me in one long, slow lick from bottom to top and then around the center. I cried out instantly. My hips bucked off the bed. He growled against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight through me. Then he dove in.

He licked me like he was trying to consume me – flat, broad strokes that covered every inch of my folds, then quick, flicking circles directly on my clit. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips and pulled gently. Then harder. His tongue flicked fast and relentlessly while he sucked. I moaned louder. My hands flew to his hair. Fingers tangled in the strands, and pulled hard. He groaned into me, the sound muffled and filthy, and thrust his tongue inside me. Fucking me with it. Deep, wet thrusts that made my thighs shake around his head.

“Ryder…” My voice broke. “Oh god…”

He pulled back just enough to speak against my slick skin. “You taste so fucking good,” he rasped. “So wet. So sweet. All for me.”

Then he sucked my clit again, hard, while two fingers plunged inside me. He curled them immediately, stroking that spot deep that made my vision blur. He thrust fast. Steady. Curling harder with every stroke. His tongue never stopped — flicking, circling, lapping, sucking. The wet sounds were obscene – slick, sloppy, and loud. My arousal dripped down lis chin. He didn’t care. He devoured me like he was starving.

My legs trembled violently over his shoulders. My heels dug into his back. My hips rolled against his face, grinding shamelessly. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly – hot, sharp, almost painful. My moans turned into desperate whimpers. My fingers tightened in his hair so hard I thought I might hurt him. He only growled louder and ate me harder.

I was shaking. Right on the edge. So close I could taste it.

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He slowed his tongue just enough to keep me hanging. The long, teasing licks made me sob with need. His fingers kept curling inside me, stroking that spot over and over, but never fast enough to push me over.

“Ryder… please…” I begged. My voice cracked, “I need to come… please…”

He looked up at me, his eyes black with lust, his lips glistening with me, and smirked against my pussy.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “I want to hear you beg a little more.”

Then he sucked my clit hard again.

And I screamed his name into the empty room.

He sat up suddenly, and I gasped the moment I saw him fully – his cock thick, flushed dark, veins standing out, the head slick and swollen, looking almost angry like it was ready to strike. My breath caught. My pussy clenched hard at the sight, fresh wetness dripping out of me. I couldn’t look away.

“Yes, please,” I begged, voice shaking with need. “Please put it in there. Please, Ryder…”

He leaned over me, one hand cupping my face gently while the other guided himself to my entrance. His eyes locked on mine-dark, intense, and burning. Slowly, torturously slowly, he pushed in.

The stretch was immediate. It felt so delicious and overwhelming. I groaned low in my throat as the thick head breached me, then the rest of him followed inch by inch, filling me completely. My right heel scraped softly against his side as my leg jerked. My eyes fluttered half-closed. I felt every ridge, every vein, every pulse as he sank deeper until his hips pressed flush against mine.

He stayed still for a heartbeat, letting me feel how full I was and how perfectly he fit, and then he started thrusting.

Slow at first. Long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. My walls fluttered around him with each pull-back and clung tight when he pushed back in. I moaned louder. My hips lifted to meet him instinctively. I reached down to touch my clit, desperate for more, but his hand caught my wrist before I could.

He pinned my tiny wrist above my head with one strong grip. His other hand stayed on my face, thumb brushing my cheek,

“You wanna come?” he asked, voice low and rough. His hips snapped forward harder, driving deep. “Is that what you need?”

“So bad,” I begged. “Please…”

He thrust faster. Deeper. The bed creaked under us. Each slam forward made my little breasts bound and made my breath hitch in sharp little gasps. My free hand clawed at his back. My heels dug into his sides. My body rocked with every powerful stroke. The wet sounds of him moving inside me filled the room slick, filthy, and loud.

He leaned down closer. His mouth hovered over mine. His breath was hot against my lips.

“Beg me again,” he rasped. “Tell me how bad you need to come on my cock.”

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please let me come. I need it so bad, Ryder. I’m so close… please don’t stop…

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me, and thrust even harder, faster, and deeper. The angle

changed slightly, and he hit that perfect spot inside me over and over. My thighs shook violently. My toes curled inside mw heels Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. It was hot, sharp, almost painful.

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