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The apartment door clicked shut behind them, sealing the world outside and trapping the charged air
between Ryan and Eve.
The tension had been simmering all evening, sparked by Oliver, but it wasn’t anger fueling Ryan now, it was a fierce, exhilarating hunger.
His eyes locked on hers, dark and intent, as he stepped forward, crowding her space until her back met
the wall with a soft thud.
Eve’s breath hitched, her pulse racing not from fear, but from the electric thrill of his proximity.
She could feel the heat radiating off him, his body a solid wall of muscle and desire.
Before she could speak, Ryan’s hands were on her, one bracing against the wall beside her head, the other
sliding possessively around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
His hips pressed into hers, letting her feel the hard length of his c**k already straining against his jeans,
eager and unyielding.
“Do you have any idea what that did to me, Eve?” His voice was a low rumble, laced with raw excitement,
his lips brushing her ear.
“Watching him eye you like he could ever touch what’s mine. Like he had any fucking right to imagine your body under him.”
She shivered, her hands instinctively rising to grip his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. The jealousy in
his words wasn’t bitter; it was fuel, igniting the fire between them.
“Ryan… it didn’t mean anything. You know that.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest, deep and possessive.
“Oh, I know, baby. But now? Now I’m going to make damn sure you feel it. Every inch of you is going to remember who owns this sweet little pussy.”
His free hand trailed down her side, fingers digging just enough into her hip to claim without bruising, sending sparks straight to her core.
Eve’s thighs clenched, wetness already pooling between her legs at his words.
She loved this side of him, the domineering intensity that made her feel cherished and devoured all at
once.
“Show me, then,” she whispered, her voice breathy, challenging him because she craved it just as much.
Ryan’s mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss hungry and consuming, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers in a dance of dominance.
He tasted like the whiskey he shared with Miter, mixed with the unique flavour that was purely him,
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intoxicating.
One hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head exactly how he wanted, deepening the kiss until she was
gasping into his mouth.
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His other hand roamed lower, slipping under her skirt to cup her ass, squeezing firmly as he ground his
erection against her mound.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked for me,” he growled against her lips, his fingers brushing the damp fabric of
her panties.
He didn’t wait for permission, he never did in moments like this, hooking his fingers into the edge and
yanking them down her thighs in one swift motion.
The cool air hit her exposed p***y, making her whimper, but Ryan was there immediately, his thick fingers sliding through her slick folds.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, circling her clit with deliberate pressure.
“So wet and ready, just waiting for your man to take what’s his.” He plunged two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.
Eve moaned, her head falling back against the wall as he pumped them slowly, stretching her, owning her
from the inside out.
But he wasn’t done teasing.
Ryan dropped to his knees before her, his hands gripping her thighs to spread them wider. He looked up at her, eyes blazing with possessive fire.
“I’m going to eat this p***y until you’re screaming my name, Eve. Until you beg me to fuck you and promise
you’re mine forever.”
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her, hot, insistent, his tongue lapping at her clit in broad, flat
strokes that had her hips bucking.
He devoured her like a man starved, sucking her swollen nub between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while his fingers thrust deeper, faster.
Eve’s hands flew to his hair, tugging as waves of pleasure built, her body arching toward him.
“Ryan… oh god, yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking.
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shocks through her core, and she felt the first orgasm cresting already.
He didn’t let up, his free hand pinning her hip to the wall to hold her steady as he licked and sucked, fingers scissoring inside her to push her over the edge.
She came with a cry, her p***y clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth.
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Ryan drank her down greedily, not stopping until she was trembling, oversensitive and panting.
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Only then did he pull back, lips glistening with her arousal, a smug, loving grin on his face. “That’s one, baby. But I’m just getting started. I want you coming on my tongue again before I fill you with my cock.”
He stood, scooping her into his arms effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to
the bedroom.
The short journey was filled with kisses, his mouth claiming hers, then her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse point without breaking skin.
He laid her on the bed like she was precious, but his eyes promised ruinous pleasure.
Eve watched, heart pounding, as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest and abs, then shucked his jeans and boxers.
His c**k sprang free, thick and veined, the head already beaded with pre-cum.
She reached for him, but Ryan caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one large hand.
He loomed over her, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, his free hand shoving her skirt
up and tearing her blouse open, buttons scattering.
“No touching yet,” he commanded, voice rough with need. “This is my show. I’m going to worship every
fucking inch of you until you can’t think of anyone but me.” He released her wrists only to strip her
completely, his hands reverent as they peeled away her clothes, thumbs brushing her n*****s until they pebbled under his touch.
Naked and exposed, Eve felt owned in the best way, his gaze raking over her like she was his masterpiece.
Ryan settled between her legs again, hooking them over his shoulders to open her wide.
“Spread for me, Eve. Show me that pretty p***y that’s all mine.”
She obeyed, thighs parting as his mouth descended once more. This time, he was slower, more torturous,
teasing her entrance with his tongue, dipping inside to taste her depths before trailing up to circle her clit.
His fingers joined in, three now, stretching her as he sucked harder, building her pleasure layer by layer. Eve writhed, moans turning to pleas, her hands fisting the sheets.
“Please, Ryan… I need you,” she begged, the words spilling out as the second orgasm coiled tight.
He lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath hot against her. “Not yet. Say it first. Tell me who this
p***y belongs to.”
“You,” she whimpered, hips grinding against his face. “It’s yours, Ryan. Only yours.”
“Good girl,” he praised, then sealed his mouth over her clit, sucking relentlessly while his fingers pistoned in and out.
She shattered again, screaming his name as her body convulsed, walls fluttering around him. Ryan lapped at her through it, prolonging the bliss until tears pricked her eyes.
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When she finally sagged, boneless, he crawled up her body, kissing his way over her stomach, between her
breasts, capturing a n****e in his mouth and sucking until she arched.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. Now, I’m going to fuck you
until you can’t walk straight. Until every part of you knows it’s owned.”
Positioning himself at her entrance, Ryan teased her with the head of his c**k, sliding it through her slickness. Eve lifted her hips, desperate, and he chuckled darkly. “Patience, baby. I want to feel you squeeze me when I slide in deep.”
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him.
“Fuck, yes. So tight, so wet, just for me.” He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed
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