Instinctively, I threw my head back, my hands found his hair.
“I think you’ll do just fine,” I said in a whisper.
“I just hope your granddad doesn’t decide to cut my balls off when he finds out I took your virginity.” He slid his fingers between my thighs, caressing the sensitive pink flesh through the thin lace of my panties.
Oh, God… I’d become addicted to his naughty hands, skillful tongue, the whole package—Ryan Wilder.
“That’d be terrible, a real crime.” I couldn’t see his face, but knew he was smiling.
Raising his head, he stared at me. “I know you don’t have the slightest idea how deep you’ve gotten under my skin. You make me feel so nice, so peaceful, like I’ve never felt before.” He continued his sweet torture with his fingers. Now wasn’t the time to talk about this. “Even when we’re apart, I’m always thinking of you, of us. I want to feel your smooth skin under my hands, to inhale your sweet aroma. I’m addicted to you. I think I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you do that horrible stunt on the beach.”
I frowned. “It wasn’t horrible.”
His lips curved in a faint smile. The pool lights made his eyes seem even more beautiful.
His thumb slowly traced the outline of my lower lip. “It was, because you could’ve got hurt. And the thought that I might never see you again is extremely painful.”
“Ryan…” I murmured, sensing that my heart was beating faster.
He dug his other hand in my hair, leaned toward me and bit my lower lip. His tongue slid into my mouth, conquering every last piece of me. I belonged to him, both in body and in spirit. I’d never felt so much love for any other man.
Powerful emotions took control of me, prompting me to utter the words I’d wanted to say before, but hadn’t been able to muster courage for. Ryan was the only man who made me feel truly alive.
I pulled away from the kiss and, gazing into his eyes, whispered, “I love you.”
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. His entire body trembled as he asked, “You love me?”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.
Reopening his beautiful eyes, he added, “I love you, too. I’m so fucking in love you with you, baby, it’s making me crazy. If I mess up things between us and you leave me, I don’t know how I’ll get through it.”
His fingers continued to caress me between the legs. He pulled my thong aside. I shivered when he inserted his finger inside and started to move it gently. My nipples hardened. I was melting under the sweet sensation. Ryan leaned forward and kissed me on the neck. He rubbed my clitoris with his thumb and I screamed. I was too aroused and too near to the end.
“Oh… I want you,” I managed to murmur.
“Not now, baby. I first want to feel you come on my fingers,” he whispered and slid his tongue back into my mouth, while smoothly inserting one more finger inside me. His movements quickened.
“God,” I moaned.
My clit throbbed and my blood boiled. Ryan pulled his fingers in and out, faster and faster. He teased me until the sweet end arrived. I screamed his name, seeing stars before my closed eyes. I came so hard my legs turned to jelly.
Ryan picked me up and carried me from the pool to the house, where he carefully laid me down on the big sofa in the living room.
He released me from my T-shirt and panties, and bent down to my still-throbbing folds. Gently, he caressed them with his tongue and then moved onto my clit, making me shudder in pleasure.
“God, I want you just for myself.” His voice was deep and raspy. “You’re mine, Emily, and don’t you ever forget it.”
Forever, I thought. Just make sure you don’t mess everything up.
“Now it’s my turn. Stand up,” I ordered softly, and with a smile on his face, he obeyed.
“Take off your boxers.”
“You’re becoming very commanding.” His smile widened.
“And you don’t like that?”
“On the contrary. I like everything about you. But I’d prefer it if you undressed me.”
17
Ryan
There’s nothing sexier than seeing the woman, who doesn’t leave your thoughts even in your dreams, give you pleasure. Watching Emily give me a blowjob was awesome. She slid her thin fingers under the elastic of my boxers and slipped the underwear down my thighs, exposing my cock, which proudly protruded up to my navel.
I kicked the wet boxers aside, ready for her naughty mouth. She caressed the head of my dick with her tongue and then took it into her mouth. I moaned, my abdominal and thigh muscles contracting instinctively.
Fuck… This girl was amazing. How could she be so hot with so little sexual experience? She gave me everything I needed.
My cock became even harder when she slid her warm tongue along its stretched, smooth skin. She licked it across its entire length and then took it all into her mouth, sucking it faster and faster. She looked up to me and moaned. Seeing the delight she felt from giving me pleasure, I almost came into her mouth.
Emily grasped my dick with her hand and started to move it up and down, again and again, continuing to suck me off. Her tongue started playing with my piercing. She was sucking me so enthusiastically, it was like I was the sweetest thing in the world to her.
Sweet tingles ran across my skin, sweat broke out on my forehead. She took me up to heaven and I came back down. And then it all started again. Many chicks had given me a blowjob, but none of them had managed to make me feel like that.
Emily possessed me completely. I had fallen captive to her feminine charms.
She continued to lick and suck, taking care not to hurt me with her teeth. I dug my hands into her silky hair. Putting her palms on my thighs, she tried to take me in down to the back of her throat.
Goddamn.
My heart was beating so hard, I thought it might burst.
Emily sucked the pinkish blue head of my cock. Licking off the pre-cum, she let out another moan. She closed her eyes, savoring my taste.
I loved watching her suck me off and couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Do you like it?” she murmured and again swallowed my dick down to her throat, gently massaging my balls.
“Fuck, it’s amazing… but if you keep that up, you’ll make me come.” I pulled away from her. “I don’t want the pleasure to end so quickly.”
My sweet nymph lay supine on the sofa. I leaned over her and slowly and carefully inserted my cock into her wet pussy.
Trembling, I threw my head back and hissed through my teeth, “Fuck. It’s so nice to feel you, to be inside you, baby.”
I’d thought her sucking me off had been sublime, but feeling her moist, tight pussy, I was instantly whisked to seventh heaven.
Pressing her hard against me, I started to thrust my hips faster and deeper. I wanted to fill her completely. She opened her thighs wider for me, giving herself to me completely.
Gently, I bit her earlobe without stopping my movements. The sensation I felt every time I penetrated her was pure bliss.
I was almost breathless and very near to the end, but didn’t want to come before her. She scratched my wet back with her nails. Our breathing quickened in unison.
The powerful sexual energy between us was driving us wild.
Emily was the most amazing girl I’d ever seen.
“Oh, it’s so good to feel you inside me,” she moaned in pleasure.
“Yes, baby, I want to hear you…” I replied, making circular movements with my pelvis to massage her G-spot.
“Oh, God… Ryan.” She softly nibbled my gooseflesh.
It was incredibly arousing to see her body bloom like a flower under the touch of my hands.
“Let’s do it, baby. Let’s come together,” I hissed through my teeth.
The sweet orgasm engulfed us and sank us into the deep waters of ecstasy, where only she and I existed.
* * *
The early hours of the day passed wonderfully—we made lov
e again, slowly and passionately, enjoying being merged together as one. I fell deeper in love with Emily than ever before. I’d never thought this emotion could be so intense, but when I was with her, it was like I was walking on clouds. I didn’t know how I’d fallen under this spell, but for the first time, I felt truly happy.
In the morning, Emily baked a lemon cake. It turned out my petite Frenchie was a superb cook.
After breakfast, we nestled on the couch.
I put my lips on the sensitive spot behind her ear and whispered, “Thank you for breakfast. That was the tastiest cake I’d ever had.”
Her lips curved into a charming smile. “Really?”
I nodded, gazing at the delicate features of her face.
I kissed her small nose and asked, “Do you want to watch a movie? I’ll go get changed quickly and you pick whatever you like in the meantime.” I’d gotten jam on my T-shirt and wanted to put on a clean one.
“Do you have a decent romantic film?”
I had a good think about her question. Dammit, I had no soppy romances at all, you know, the kind women are into. I’d never had to own any classic love stories before.
“I don’t think so. But you should still be able to find something to your liking.”
I went up to the bedroom and changed into another T-shirt. On my way back down, I heard moans and groans, which made the blood drain into my legs.
What the fuck was that?
As far as I was aware, I didn’t have any porn.
Then, all hell broke loose and I wished I’d never asked her to root around my fucking DVD library.
18
Emily
I started browsing through Ryan’s huge movie collection. I was into romantic films, but he only had action and sci-fi genres not quite to my taste. I decided to see what The Giver was like, thinking it couldn’t be that bad. As far as I could remember, the trailer had been very impressive and many famous actors starred in it.
I put the movie on and pressed fast-forward, wanting to skim through and get a sense of what it was like before Ryan came back. But what appeared on the screen was completely unexpected.
It was a film of the man who had occupied my entire silly heart fucking some blonde bimbo with massive tits. The squeals coming out of her mouth were, to put it mildly, highly exaggerated. What shocked me even more, however, was the dark-haired chick whose head was between Ryan’s thighs. Her lips sucked on his testicles like a vacuum cleaner. Ryan stopped fucking the blonde, pulled out his dick and shoved it into the black-haired girl’s mouth.
Good heavens… Now that was too much.
My knees went weak and when they could no longer hold me, I collapsed on the sofa. The blood drained from my face and a cold sweat broke out on my skin. My hands shook unconsciously.
Ryan came back and exclaimed, “What the fuck is this?” Then he looked at the screen and his face twisted into a grimace. His body tensed up, taut as a wire. “Turn that nasty shit off, for God’s sake.”
He reached toward me and pulled the remote control out of my hands. He stopped the recording, ejected the disc and snapped it into two.
“Where did you find it?” He looked at me, but the man standing in front of me was no longer Ryan.
I knew he wasn’t into committed relationships and preferred one-night stands, but hadn’t imagined, or rather hadn’t wanted to know about the perverted things he’d done.
We were a couple and I loved him. The thought of seeing him fuck another woman was extremely repulsive, so what could I say about being fortunate enough to see him with two sluts?
Ryan Wilder was no saint, but still…
Why hadn’t he thrown that disc away?
Ryan looked at my hands, which continued to hold The Giver’s case. But the disc that’d been inside was of his sexual exploits. One of his many perverted exploits. I was now sure of that.
“Fuck.” Ryan ran his fingers through his messy hair. “I haven’t watched that in years. I swear, I don’t know how it ended up there.”
“I want to go home,” I said, heading to the bedroom.
“Emily… Please.” He grabbed my wrist, but I pulled away from him, as if he’d burned me.
Seeing my reaction, Ryan’s frown deepened, lines forming on his forehead. “Please. Talk to me. Let’s clear this up.”
“What’s there to talk about? Your movie? About how while you were fucking one whore, the other was sucking your balls?”
He’d hurt me, so I had to take out my anger on him. I’d never used such coarse language before. Having come face to face with his kinky past, I simply didn’t feel like myself.
I was being a bitch. But the movie was stuck on a loop in my head. Jealousy was eating me on the inside—it had reared its ugly head and was now laughing at me.
“Sorry. The words just came out. It’s not fair to judge you on your past. I simply need to be alone for a while, to go back to my apartment, calm down, and think things over.”
Furiously, he pressed his lips together as he stepped forward and asked, “What’s there to think about? About us? Don’t tell me you’ll dump me over some dumb movie I recorded years ago.”
“Are there any others?”
His expression suddenly turned from angry to offended. “What do you take me for? It’s the only one I had. We were drunk. One of the girls suggested we make a movie and…” He came over and stood threateningly close to me. “Tell me everything between us is okay.”
Nothing was okay, and I didn’t have the strength to lie to him.
I was in love with Ryan, but was afraid that, if I didn’t end the relationship now, he’d soon become bored of me in bed and dump me first, making me feel like the lowest of the low.
I wasn’t confident that I could satisfy him sexually. How could I—I’d been a virgin when I’d met him and had very little experience. I couldn’t measure up to all those other women, who knew how to drain a man’s energy until he was completely exhausted.
In bed, Ryan could keep going all night. He wasn’t a one-woman man. The truth had dawned on me and was now burning me slowly and painfully.
He leaned toward me and I knew that if he kissed me, everything would be over—I’d give up, because I loved him.
What good had that brought me? Nothing.
Putting my hand on his powerful chest, I stared at his downcast face. “Please, Ryan, I just need to be alone.” We’re… too different.
I didn’t need any orgies.
Love was all I yearned for. Powerful, all-consuming love, where there was no place for a third person.
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PROLOGUE
Estelle
Melbourne, Australia, March 2046
“Please, John. Let’s settle this between ourselves. It’s not their fault.” I was trying to divert my husband’s attention in order to save the people who’d raised me. Not that they deserved saving. For years on end, they’d used me as a servant, instead of giving me the love every adopted child needed.
“Make one move, Mason, and I’ll blow your head off. How could you not call me right away to tell me she was here? You’ll both pay dearly for this. Nobody’s allowed to make fun of me,” John said through his teeth. He had a handsome face—an exotic mixture of Asian and Latino features. But no one suspected that the spirit of the devil was hiding behind it.
John had crossed the line from simply angry to boiling mad, and only God knew what he might do in this state. I was certain he was capable of killing without batting an eye.
I was more afraid of him than anyone else I’d encountered in all my brief miserable life. He’d caused me so much suffering. I’d hoped that in time he’d start treating me better, but things had gotten progressively worse instead. In the three years of our marriage, he’d beaten me senseless over the most trivial matters. Thus, I’d decided to run away from him. I’d lost hope that our marriage could be saved.
It’d been unbearable.
“John, for the love of God, have you gone mad? Put the gun away,” Mason said, and I knew he’d made a huge mistake in daring to open his mouth.
John narrowed his eyes, his extreme anger making it seem like sparks were flying out of them. “Who are you calling mad? You loser… Now you’ll pay with your life.” He fired at Mason, hitting him straight in the heart. His body crumpled on the ground, and blood started pouring from his mouth.
Pamela screamed. I covered my mouth with my hands to stop myself from crying out, knowing that if I didn’t, a bullet would have my name on it too.
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