This slow and tortuous impalement continued until he was inside of me completely. I could feel his balls against me. I gave a sigh of relief knowing that soon he would fuck me and appease my hunger. His thrusts started slow, agonizingly slow. Soon they increased in speed and intensity and my hips answered his stabs.
"Tug on your nipples, baby."
"Ohhh…Yes…" I gasped as my muscles clenched and gripped him tighter in direct response to my tugs.
He slowed down his efforts.
"No…Ryder…puh-llleease don't stop…"
He leaned forward, began to rub my clit in time with his strokes and then whispered into my ear "Come for me…my Queen. I want to feel your ass milking my cock."
As my world began to shatter, my ass gripped down on him and he followed me over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. He slumped down on top of me as we both waited for the world to stop spinning and for the oxygen to be returned to the room. He stayed there on top of me, pinning me beneath him. We were both having a bit of a time trying to regain normal breathing.
Once our worlds righted, Ryder lifted himself off of me, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash. He returned his cock back into his pants.
He looked at me. I hadn’t moved. "Maeve, sweetie, you can move now."
"No, really I can’t."
"Are you okay?"
"I think so, I just can’t seem to move."
I felt Ryder’s hands gently rubbing and touching my body. "I don’t feel anything broken. Are you in pain?"
"Only when you stop touching me." My smile turned into a grimace.
"I thought you said you weren’t in pain…"
"I don’t think I am…I think it's more…exhaustion."
He chuckled, helped me up off of the island, and then set me into a chair at the breakfast table.
He handed me back my Gatorade. "Here, sweetheart, finish your Gatorade. It is a big house after all, and there is a lot more of the tour to be had."
After a few moments, I had drunk over half of my Gatorade. He took both of my hands, helped me up, and walked me back through the living room and into the foyer.
I gingerly smiled. "Although I do indeed want to christen every room in this house, I don’t think, that physically I’ll be able to do it all in one day, and I would like to remember what the rooms actually look like, because all I can actually remember about the kitchen is that I kind of liked getting my ass fucked."
He rewarded me with his breathtaking hell in a hand basket smile.
He offered a proposal. "If you do something I feel is simply irresistible I’ll ask you first but if I do something you like and it arouses you, then you are allowed to make the first move."
"In the spirit of allowing me to actually get to see the rest of the house that does sound okay. However, the way you took me in the kitchen, it was animalistic, and well, I liked it a lot.”
That Hell in a hand basket smile appeared. “We have plenty of time to not only see the whole house, but to christen all of the rooms, as well as the buildings on the grounds."
"Plenty of time?" I glanced up and over at him, with my head cocked at an odd angle like a dog confused.
He chuckled. "Yes, Maeve, plenty of time."
"Days? Weeks? Months?" I inquired, curious to see exactly how far he was willing to let this obvious fling continue.
"Even years, Maeve, if that’s how long it takes for you to get tired of me."
"Tired of you? Have you bumped your head? What in hell makes you think I could ever get tired of you? It seems to me you‘d get tired of geeky, shy, boring ole me first." I shot him a look which was a mixture of shock and a deer caught in headlights.
Laughing outright at me, he took both of my hands into his, and looked deep into my eyes. I looked back into his eyes and actually felt my world tilt and begin to spin. I knew at that very moment that I was a goner. No matter what he suggested or proposed, I would agree to it, as long as it meant I could be here with him like this.
"Maeve, sweetheart, you may indeed be geeky and somewhat shy. But after everything we’ve experienced together, I think I am qualified to say that you are nowhere near boring. Hell, I don’t think you could find boring with a road map." He smiled sweetly, as if what he said was coated in sugar and that I should lap it up hungrily. So I did. I slinked closer to him, raised up on my toes, tilted my face up towards his and licked his mouth.
Ryder moaned from somewhere deep in his chest. Grabbing both of my forearms, he forced me back away from him. I tilted my head to my right, frowned and gave him my best Little Girl Innocent look.
"Maeve, I thought you wanted a tour of the house…"
"And you said I could fuck you if I felt the urge…" I sent him a smile laced with sugar and sin. "That’s okay, because even though one day I will fuck you in this foyer, I’m just not really feeling the cold marble and awkward stairs." I inhaled rapidly. "Oh, wait…over the banister or through the banister…"
"Through the banister? Maeve, you okay?"
‘Oh yes. I bet if you stand on the right stair, I could probably give you an amazing blow job."
"Oh Jesus…" He swallowed with extreme force, grabbed my left arm, and turned me to my right. "And through that door is my home office…Do you need to see it? Or would you like to experience it? Or maybe…"
I pointed up the stairs and he swallowed hard again.
"What’s up there?"
"Bedrooms…" His breathing was starting to increase.
"Is there a downstairs?"
"Yes…" I felt him tremble a tiny bit.
"What’s downstairs?" I glanced up at him sideways, trying to deduce what was going on in his mind.
"Uh…a couple of playrooms…"
"Playrooms? Why a couple? What kind of playrooms?"
"Yes, playrooms. game room, theater, and a private play area." He looked like a little kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.
"What kind of private play area?" I graced him with a wicked grin.
"Um…of a sexual nature…" He cautiously glanced at me, gauging my reaction to this news.
"Yes, yes…but what do you have in there?"
"Toys…"
"Yes, but what kind of toys? And before you say sexual toys, what kind of sexual toys? I mean, I don‘t expect you to have Ping-Pong equipment in there." He started to cough and choke… "Oh My God, you have actual Ping-Pong equipment in there? Why? What is it used for?" My eyes grew wide as I waited for his answer.
"The items are not actually Ping-Pong equipment. They just resemble those things." He really looked unsure of where things were going.
"Well, what do you use those things for exactly?"
"Maeve, sweetheart, I really don’t think that you’re quite ready for the playroom and its experiences just yet."
"You mean after the gearshift and knob, there are actually things that are even more extreme?" My eyes grew wide and I had to hold my lips together hard just to keep my jaw from dropping, leaving my mouth gaping open.
"Yes, there are." He presented me with that smile of his that made my knees week. Literally. I felt my body actually start to sag. Ryder caught me and whispered into my ear. "That room is where you’ll finally get the chance to use your safe word, my Queen." His voice dropped three octaves and hit a patch of gravel as he said those last two words.
My core got hot quick. My body started to tremble and shake and the orgasm hit me full force. "Oh…Fuck…Me…"
"Is that an offer?" He held me up with his left arm, and stroked my hair out of my face with his right hand.
"Offer?" I couldn’t even open my eyes or stand on my own yet.
"Yes, you said, and I quote, ‘Oh…Fuck…Me’. So I’m asking was that an offer or request?"
"Yes, please." I tried to smile, causing him to respond with a deep chuckle.
"I thought you wanted to see the rest of the house…" He smirked at me.
"House?" I tried to blink but my eyes were ha
ving none of that.
"Yes, Maeve, the house…"
"What house?" I managed to open my eyes to little tiny slits.
"The house we’re in…" his chuckle was deep, and it caused my body to vibrate into mild twitches again.
"Um…" I tried to stand but Ryder held me in a slightly slanted position. "Um…how long did you say I have to see the rest of the house?"
"Years, Maeve, you have years…"
*THE END*
About the Author
Erotic Romance writer, artist, mom, wife, all around hopeless romantic and delinquent.
When Damara was younger, she had the opportunity to travel. Meeting a lot of interesting people and visiting some really beautiful places. Germany, France and Spain still rank among her favorite places to see and be seen.
She developed a deep love for fast cars at an early age. Saying that little can compare to being in control of big block as your car growls beneath you, rumbling down the drag strip at high speeds.
Her love for beautiful places, friendly faces and Hot Rods (Cars and Guys) can be seen in many of her stories.
She has been writing most of her life. At an early age she had poems published by her local newspaper and by the National Library of Congress.
Currently, residing in North Carolina with her husband, children and dogs. In her spare time she's either working on a '66 vintage Ford or at the local drag strip giving the guys a run for their money.
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