DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Ryder

I started thrusting up into her hard and steadily, each stroke driving deep enough beneath us. Wood groaned. The canopy lights swayed slightly overhead. Her pussy was so we: I could hear every slick slide loud, obscene, echoing in the quiet yard. Sherode me back, hips slamming down to meet every upward thrust, taking me

to rake her gap. The bench rocked deeper, grinding her clit against my pelvis at the end of each stroke.

“Feel that?” I growled against her neck. “My cock stretching you open. Filling you up. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So wet. Dripping down my balls.”

She moaned louder. Her hands clutched my hair. Pulled hard. “Yes… fuck, yes… harder…”

I obliged. Thrusts turned brutal, fast, deep, and relentless. Each slam forward made her breasts bounce under her top. I yanked the fabric down, freeing them. My mouth closed over one nipple, sufking hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking fast while my hips never slowed. She sobbed my name, her voice breaking on every thrust. Her heels dug into the bench slats behind me for leverage, pushing her down harder onto my cock.

The cold air made every sensation sharper: her heat wrapped around me, the slick glide, and the way her pussy clenched and fluttered every time I bottomed out. I slid a hand between us. Thumb found her clit and rubbed fast, tight circles. She jolted. Her moans turned into high, desperate cries.

“Fuck, you’re close,” I rasped. “I can feel it. Your pussy’s gripping me so tight. You gonna come for me? Gonna soak my cock right here, outside, where anyone could see?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes…. please… I’m so close…”

I thrust harder and deeper, my thumb pressing firmly on her clit rubbing in merciless circles. The bench creaked louder. Her body tensed, thighs shaking, back arching, and nails clawing my shoulders.

“Come,” I growled against her ear. “Come all over me. Let me feel you gush.”

She wrecked completely.

A raw, broken cry tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing, milking me in violent waves. She squirted- hot, wet, gushing over my cock, dripping down my thighs, soaking the bench beneath us. Her whole body convulsed. Her head fell back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream that turned into loud, trembling moans. Pleasure ripped through her endlessly, more blinding, and I fucked her through every tremor, every sub, every gush until she was whimpering, oversensitive, clinging to me like she’d fall apart if I let go.

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I didn’t stop.

I thrust so hard, chasing my own release now. The sight of her, coming undone, squirting for me, and moaning my name under the open sky, pushed me over.

One final deep thrust. A guttural groan tore from my throat against her neck. Hot pulses spilled inside her – thick, endless, filling her completely. My hips jerked with each spurt. My vision blurred. Pleasure roared through me sharp, overwhelming, claiming every inch of my body.

I stayed buried in her, both of us shaking; sweat slicked our skin despite the cold night air. Her walls fluttered weakly around

me in aftershocks.

I kissed her neck. Her jaw. Her lips – slow, deep, tasting her moans.

“You’re mine.” I rasped against her mouth. “Aren’t you?”

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Chapter 43

have always been yours.” she whispered, voice wrecked and sure.

I smiled, feeling very satisfied.

And in that dark yard, with the cold air biting our skin and the house quiet behind us, I leaned against her skin and gave her a bright hickey on her neck.

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The next morning arrived with a heavy silence in the house. Breakfast was on the table-toast, eggs, and coffee-but no one was really eating. Lila sat next to me, her hand hidden under the table, fingers laced tightly with mine. She was nervous. I could feel it in the way her thumb kept rubbing small circles over my knuckles. Her parents were across from us. Martha kept glancing between me and Lila. Her father stared straight ahead, jaw tight.

I knew it was time. I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.

I cleared my throat.

“I need to say something,” I said.

Lila’s father looked up. “Go ahead.”

I took a slow breath. “I’m in love with your daughter.”

The room went dead quiet.

Lila’s father stood up so fast his chair scraped back. “What?” he shouted. “What did you just say?”

“I’m in love with Lila,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady. I looked down at the table, then back up at him. “I love her. And she loves me.”

Martha’s eyes dropped to her plate. She breathed hard, hands clasped in her lap. She didn’t speak. Not yet.

Lila’s father stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Have you gone insane? When did this start? When!”

I didn’t flinch. “It started slowly. Over time. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t want it at first. But it happened. And I’m not sorry.”

Lila squeezed my hand tighter under the table. I felt her trembling.

Her father’s face turned red. “Never. It can never happen. Ryder, you should leave. First, you’re her uncle. Second, she’s just nineteen. Aren’t you like thirty-something?”

“I’m thirty-two,” I said calmly. “And I’m not her uncle anymore.”

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Lila’s voice came next. It sounded soft but firm. “And Dad… today is my birthday. I’m twenty now.” She paused. “Also, if you wish him to leave, just know I’ll leave too.”

Her father looked like he had been slapped. “You’ll regret this, Lila.”

“Well,” she said without flinching, “this will be my best regret yet.”

Martha swallowed hard. She finally spoke. “Do you really love him?”

Lila nodded. Her eyes were watery but steady. “I swear, I do, Mom.”

Martha sighed deeply. She turned to her husband. “Let them be. When they break up, she’ll come running.”

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Chapter 45

don’t home to worry,” I said. “We won’t break up”

Her father scoffed. “Well, good luck to you”

He stood up and headed upstairs. But halfway there, he stopped and turned back.

“Will Ryder be eating dinner with us tonight at least?

Lila and I exchanged glances. We both smiled, feeling quite relieved,

“Yes,” I said. “I will.”

He gave a short nod. Then disappeared up the stairs.

Martha looked at us for a long moment. Then she stood too. “I need some air,” she said quietly. She walked out to the porch.

The dining room was silent again.

Lila turned to me. Her hand squeezed mine under the table. “You okay?” she whispered.

I nodded. “Yeah. You?”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

We sat there for a minute longer. Just holding hands under the table and breathing.

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