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"What do you want, honey?" he asked, his voice deep and raspy.

"I want to come .. . like before."

He stroked her bottom and hip soothingly. "Does it feel like you can't come big because you're so sensitive that you keep coming small?"

Hope looked over her shoulder incredulously, although she really couldn't make him out because of the angle and her wildly mussed hair. "How did you know that? Wait—don't tell me," she muttered, suddenly thinking of Gail talking about Jenny Martin being addicted to having Ryan make love to her.

She'd scratch Jenny Martin's eyes out if she as much as batted her eyelids at Ryan, but Hope had to admit, the woman told the bald truth.

She suddenly realized that Ryan was unbuckling the ankle restraints.

"What. .. what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, none too keen on the idea of his God-gifted tongue moving farther and farther away from her throbbing pussy.

"I've released your feet. You can move them in now some, if you want."

She did what he suggested, grimacing slightly at how sore her muscles had become fixed in place for so long with her thighs stretched wide. She peered around, trying to see Ryan.

"I'm going to fuck you," he explained. "Besides the fact that I'll spontaneously combust if I keep eating your sweet little cunt, you need a cock in your pussy to send you over the edge."

Hope blinked at his coarse language, although in truth it didn't offend her. She was becoming increasingly used to Ryan's blunt-ness during sex ... increasingly aroused by it.

It never struck her as crude, actually, but honest and always perfectly matched to their level of excitement.

She gasped in surprise when he stood and leaned down over her, spreading his hands just above her breasts.

"I'm going to lift you. I want you to put your hands back up on the top rail. That's right,"

he said when she grasped the top of the brass bedstead. He moved behind her again. Her breath froze in I her lungs when she felt him dip his knees, his hair-sprinkled thighs brushing against her own. He reached between them and she knew he grasped his heavy erection.

They both grunted in excitement when he pressed the steely, smooth head to her slit.

"Aren't you going to—?"

"I won't come in you. I promise. I want to feel you completely right now"

Hope nodded her head and gasped when she felt him push the knob of his penis into her.

His knees pressed into her spread legs and she realized how much he had to bend down to match their disproportionate height. He made it work, though. His cock slid into her hypersensitive slit, setting off little detonations of pleasure deep inside her body. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure when he pushed into her to the hilt. He paused and pressed tight, as though he strained to kiss the edge of her womb.

Hope's rough groan might have suggested to some that she'd never been raised as a lady.

"Brace your arms," Ryan ordered tensely. He wrapped his forearm beneath her belly and slowly lifted her feet off the floor for the second time that night. Her mouth gaped open at the sensation of him pulling her up his body. He stopped and she gasped raggedly.

It'd felt fantastic to have him in her before, but it was as if he'd just locked her in place for the perfect fit.

He leaned down over her. One hand came down and braced next to her own on the bedstead. The other held her tightly against him.

He flexed his hips.

She keened at the shock of the pleasure when he rocketed into her body. Her feet dangled in the air. Her hands were bound. She held on to the brass railing for dear life as Ryan pumped in and out of her with increasing force. His forearm held her in the air below her belly, but he didn't use it to push her body into him. Instead she just draped there, held immobile and helpless while he nailed their flesh together again and again.

Hope's hands slipped on the bedstead but she was so close to combusting, so mindless with need as he barreled into her that she barely noticed.

But Ryan did. He paused, making her groan in agony.

"Hold on tight, honey, and I'll bring us home," he muttered, his voice barely above a strained whisper.


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