66. Harder Faster Rougher

**Emara Stone**

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.. We didn’t have sex that night.”
*What?*
In an instance, I feel the stretch.
Something hard, pulsing, and unstoppable, forcing its way inside of me, and splitting me in half. My heart stops beating when I feel the uncomfortable stretch, followed by a sharp sting.
Ryan breathes deeply as he spreads my knees wider and pushes himself deeper with one hard stroke. It felt like a knife, diving inside me, cutting through any barrier on its way.
“Ahh-mhhh” Ryan presses his palm on my mouth, almost covering my face and any sound coming from me. My eyes widen with terror as I stare into the world of his intoxicated, whiskey brown eyes as he hits that spot of no return.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe.
Everything burns. A tear slides down, wetting my ear as intense pain rumbles through my core to the belly, shaking my thighs in return.
“Shhh.. Shh..” Ryan whispers in the air while his hands caress my inner thighs. Even his feathering touch is enough to serve as gasoline to my fire.
He slowly takes away his hand from my mouth and I take a deep miserable breath of air. Everything quivers in me, my skin, bones, ovaries, as I lie under him, openly. Like a fresh, wet painting.
“You are beautiful.” I hear a faint whisper.
The artist tilts his head to his side and watches me with his lustful brooding eyes. I swallow hard under his scrutiny, my chest rises and falls fast, and I struggle to stay calm, alive, human.
“Sexy.”
Ryan draws a deep breath and curves his hand up to my ass, feeling my cheeks, touching me so intimately that I could never imagine in my fantasy. Everything feels kinky, his stare, his touch, his breathing. *Fucking nasty!*
“And so fucking tight.”
His fingers squeeze on to my hips and I feel him harder than before inside me. The nerves between my legs are pulsing and firing hot as he slowly pulls out, until only an inch of him is left. I stay on the edge with my heart beating in my throat.
And then, he pushes in me very, very slowly.
It is impossible to miss the drag of his thickness against my tight wall, and the pull of my most private flesh as he fucks me gentle, deep, and unfiltered. As if he stopped the clock, and he has all the time in the world.
A sigh releases from me as he touches the spot at the end of my world and pulls back again, unhurriedly. His stomach muscles stiffen as he pushes in me with a groan.
I am full of him. And then I am fuller with his another thrust.
Every thrust between my legs makes me clench around him tight and tighter. I am losing it. I am losing to the pain of him sensually tearing me up, stroke by stroke, pieces by pieces.
“Look at me.” Ryan goes still, holding himself back.
My eyes lock on the second most beautiful face, after my mirror, and stare into those brown orbs that only speak of lust and sex. I could practically see danger danger danger written all over him.
But I like danger.
“Keep looking at me.” He orders and then thrusts into me. Hard.
*Aaahh!*
Sensations come like wild waves, knocking me over to the edge of universe then drawing me back to the reality as he dives into me again. Harder.
*Oh, fuck!*
Every time he pushes inside of me, my body jerks with a gasp. “Ah..Ah..Ah..” And it gets louder with every thrust.
The hand holding my waist begins to travel north, grazing over my smooth stomach to the bump of my small breasts, until his hand stops at the small junction between my head and shoulders.
His long fingers curl around my neck as his gaze dives deep into me and I shiver. The thought of having a skin-to-skin friction with the guy I used to stare at every day. Imagining how his scent, his touch, his taste. *Imagining this!*
Everything else blurs in front of me, except him. I couldn’t think of anything other than Ryan, his smell, and touch. I breathe him, I see him and I feel him pulsing inside me.
It is unbelievable and all very real.
Ryan is vile, infamous for his bloody fights and dirty tricks. He is savage, love hurting, toying with people, manipulating them for his benefit. My father despises him, my brother hates him and here I am, moaning under him while he pounds his cock into my innocent vagina with his unkind thrusts.
The thought itself inflamed me.
Ryan squeezes my neck, forcing me to look into his wild, hungry eyes while he propels his hips with harsh force. Muscles between my legs clench in response, causing him to choke me harder.
This is crazy, filthy, nasty, and so fucking sexy.
“Fuck! Yes!” Ryan groans in pleasure and holds me down while going rougher. I could feel him slide easily inside me now as I get wetter on him.
“Ryan! Ohhh…”
The room fills with wet, slapping echoes whereas I bite my lips in an useless attempt to hide our love making.
“Ah.. Oh.. Ahh.”
It’s wild, passionate, and reckless. Like neither of us cares about the world around us, my brother next door or a condom. Fuckery fuck!
“Ryan, stop!” I beg him and he growls inhumanly. His strokes get harder and fast to the point, either I could speak or breathe. “Please, no!”
But nothing goes into his mind as he mindlessly fucks me, out of breath, and senseless like his life’s goal depends on this.
The next thrust knocks my senses and I hold on to his shoulders like a lifeboat as he goes deeper and deeper in me. I clench on him and struggle to resist like a waterfall holding itself from tumbling down the cliff.
*A pitiful try.*
“Oooh-Oooh-Ooout!” I couldn’t hold back longer against the hard and thick pressure of his cock against my pussy. Muscles harden under my fingers and I cling on to him as he unleashes his animal on me.
Harder, faster, rougher.. *Unapologetically!*
Heat pumps into me, vicious and wrong, and stinging. My walls quiver with burn and my skin pricks with goosebumps. “Come out!” I yell, not caring if my father heard it.
*Or my fucking neighbours!*
“Fuck!” Ryan lifts my ass, thrusting in three more times then dropping me on the bed and cumming out all over my stomach. Sticky hot liquid drizzles on my belly as he jerks the residue of our lovemaking. Or fucking.
“Stay there.”
He disappears from my eyes and I swallow hard, thinking about the biggest plot twist of my life. Ryan does not have a mini cucumber, instead he has a gigantic crocodile.
*A T-Rex!*
Ana was wrong. It was bigger than the size of his palm.
I startle with a feathery touch on my navel and see Ryan cleaning the sticky cream off my skin with a toilet paper. I cross my leg, which has more sticky wetness, and sit up facing him.
“Are you leaving?” My voice drops low depressingly as I watch him wearing his jeans. A feeling of mourn comes over me as I see our body apart which were rubbing against hips-to-hips minutes ago.
Ryan sits at the corner of my bed, showing me his muscular back that I want to touch so badly. He ruffles through his just-had-sex hair and sighs, “I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is your exam?” I ask him and he tilts his head in my direction and exhales heavily, “Tomorrow is the finale of tournament.”
Finale of the fight club tournament? As in the final, lethal fight between Ryan and the unbeatable Alpha?
My brain works in bits and pieces as I try to assemble the data. “Is that why you are here?” To divert his mind from the fight.
Ryan turns his head to look at me. “Actually..” A playful smirk slides on his prince charming face as he lies back on the bed, right beside me. “I came here to give you your book back.”
Something flutters in my chest and I smile. “Oh really? Such a change of heart.” I squint my eyes and he gives out a sexy laugh. “Ahaan.” His knuckles touch the side of my thighs as if inspecting the quality of my skin.
“Then where is my book?” I eye him like my mother does when I accidentally break her ceramic plates, but a little more sexily.
“Oh, I forgot in the car.” He smiles innocently, tilting his face that I almost believed him.
“You have no intention of giving my book back, do you?” I ask him, with a straight face, controlling my smile and blush.
“No.” His fingers featherly touch my belly button as he casually says, “I like reading sexy fantasies about me and masturbating to it.”
*Holy cats tapdancing in taxicabs!*
“You are kidding, right!” I chuckle from outside but cry inside. I am never getting my book back. At least not in its original condition.
Ryan tucks my hips and my boobs flatten on his chest with a gasp. His hand rubs the curve of my ass as we lie quietly in the dark like lovers.
*Is this cuddling, my lord?*
Every atom of my body does a hula hula dance as he holds me tight to his hard body. My ovaries dance in circles around my sex, where I feel warm and excited.
I rest my chin on his muscular titty while his drunk citrus scent engulfs my skin, bones and sheets. My bed would prolly smell like him in the morning. And the day after it.
“So.. We didn’t have sex that night.” Blush creeps on to my skin and I bite my lips in return. A devilish look crawls on his face and he chuckles lightly, “You looked too cute to correct you.”
*This sexy motherfucker!*
“Then what did we do?” I ask him shyly while making circles and penguins on his chest.
“We slept like roommates.” His lips curve up as he pushes a lonely strand of blue hair behind my ear. What from-the-bottom-of-my-heart the fuck?
My father has a drunkard daughter, who doesn’t even remember that she DIDN’T HAVE SEX!
“But I was naked. And so were you.” I question the reality of my world. Ryan splits my thighs apart and drags me on top of him saying, “You ask a lot of questions.”
*Yeah, it’s for my book.*
“Wait..” I keep my hand on his hard, built chest and ask, “What about the bet? Between you and Alpha?” I need to know what is going to happen tomorrow if either of them wins this battle of masculinity.
Ryan raises his eyebrow in irritation as if his name itself irks his demons. “The bet that declares who will have me after the tournament ends.” I tell him.
His heart thumps under my palm, and I swallow hard as we look deep into each other’s eyes. Our breath exchanges, and our heartbeats sync together, but none of us breaks the stare.
There is something between us. A chemistry that a scientist with Nobel prize cannot explain what I feel in my skin and bones.
Ryan digs his fingers in my hair and pulls me towards him, “Didn’t I already have you?” My lips quiver with his hot breath as he drags me in for a mouth wetting kiss.
A burning fury dances on my lips and I instantly melt into its heat. His tongue dives into my mouth, raising my temperature as we kiss for the first time in the night like two desperate sweethearts.
*Ryan have me.*
*And I would never leave him.*
*No matter who hates him in my life.*
My heartbeat rises as his fingers reach the crack of my buttocks and he slowly touches the second most intimate part of me. I silently moan inside his mouth as he pushes his finger in my ass and thrusts his hips onto my throbbing sex.
I close my eyes and feel all the sensations, his tongue in my mouth, my tits on his chest, his rough jeans rubbing on my sex, and his finger in my asshole. Everything is driving me mental at the top gear speed while I am enjoying every second of it.
Ana warned me, not to get under him. Or I might never get over him. But right now, I am over him. And I would not get up, even if someone paid me.
“Did you ever ride a Rhino-Sauras before?” Ryan’s sultry voice fans on my hot burning lips and I open my eyes to his blazing, bedroom eyes. My face blushes red and hot as I slowly shake my head.
Heat upheavals in his brown orbs as he grins, “Today is your lucky day.”