“I’ll do whatever you want, honey. Just as long as I get to hold you all night long, that’s all I want.”
She giggled, “I didn’t know that you were such a romantic,” she teased.
Ryker flexed his fingers in her fleshy ass. “I’m going to show you just how romantic I am, baby,” he growled. “This time is going to be fast. I promise to take my time with you later, honey,” he said.
She nodded and he nudged the head of his cock into her slick folds. God, he felt good. She almost couldn’t wait for him to slide completely into her body. “Please,” she begged. Ryker seemed to take that as all the invitation that he needed. He slid into her body and moaned.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he said.
“You do too,” she breathed.
“Hold tight,” he ordered. Harlow wrapped her arms and legs around his body as he pressed her harder into the tiled wall. Ryker set a punishing pace that had her chasing her orgasm in no time. He quickly followed her over, losing himself deep inside of her. He let her slide down his body and held her in his arms until the water started to run cold.
It had been so long since she had been with any man. Craig was her only and after she gave birth to Iris, he stopped touching her. She felt undesirable, but Ryker made her feel wanted, cherished—loved even, and that was dangerous. Harlow knew that she couldn’t give him her heart because she was sure that she’d lose it forever then.