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Chapter 02: Claimed Tonight

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ANDREA’S POV

“Come with me,” he whispered as he led me through the throbbing crowd, his fingers locked tight with mine.

The bass vibrated through my bones, but all I could focus on was the heat pouring off his tall frame and the slick ache building between my thighs. We pushed past grinding bodies until he steered me down a dimly lit hallway. He took over a keycard and placed it over the door, it beeped. The heavy door to the private suite swung open, and the moment it clicked shut behind us, the world outside vanished.

I spun and slammed my body against his. Rain from earlier still clung to my skin, making my thin dress cling to my breasts and hips like a second skin. “Take me,” I whispered hotly against his throat. I sucked hard on the spot beneath his ear, then dragged my tongue slowly over it. “Fuck the pain out of me. I need it rough.”

He gripped my waist, breath ragged. “Hey. You’re drunk. I brought you here to sleep it off safely. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

I smiled, wicked and determined. My hand slid down his hard stomach until I cupped the thick, growing bulge straining against his pants. I squeezed, stroking him firmly through the fabric. “I know exactly what I want. I want you to fuck me. Don’t say no.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, but he didn’t stop my hand. I stroked him harder, feeling his dick swell and throb under my palm. “Tell me your name,” I purred, lips brushing his. “I want to know whose name I’ll be screaming when you bury every inch of your dick inside me.”

His control snapped as his dark eyes burned into mine. “Ryder,” he growled, his voice low and rough like gravel. “Ryder Santos.”

“Ryder Santos,” I moaned softly, tasting his name. I kissed him, slow and teasing at first, then hungry, plunging my tongue into his mouth. He groaned deep in his chest and took over, devouring me.

“Whose name am I going to moan while I’m balls-deep in this pussy?” he rasped against my lips, thumb stroking my cheek.

“Andrea,” I gasped. “Moan Andrea while you fuck me senselessly.”

Ryder’s mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss turned feral, tongues battling, teeth nipping. I yanked at his shirt, buttons flying across the floor. He growled and spun me around, ripping the zipper of my dress down in one brutal tug. The wet fabric pooled at my feet. His big hands immediately cupped my bare breasts from behind, kneading them possessively. He pinched and rolled my hard nipples until sharp pleasure shot straight to my dripping core.

“Fuck, yes…” I moaned loudly, arching back into him.

He turned me to face him, bent his head, and sucked one aching nipple deep into his hot, wet mouth. His tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive peak while he sucked hard. I cried out, threading my fingers through his hair and holding him there. Sparks exploded behind my eyes. He switched to the other nipple, biting gently, then soothing with long, slow licks.

His hand dove into my soaked panties. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, stretching my tight walls. I gasped sharply, my hips jerking. “Oh god, Ryder…”

He pumped them fast and deep, curling them against that perfect spot inside me. Obscene wet sounds filled the room as he finger-fucked me harder. My juices coated his hand, dripping down my thighs.

Ryder dropped to his knees, yanked my panties down, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up my slit, then circled my swollen clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth and flicked it relentlessly. I screamed, my thighs shaking.

“Fuck! Ryder—!”

He gripped my ass hard, holding me in place while he devoured me. His tongue thrust inside my pussy, fucking me with it, then returned to lash my clit. The pleasure built fast and vicious. My legs trembled violently.

“Ryder, I’m gonna cum… don’t stop!” I wailed.

He sucked my clit harder and thrust two fingers back inside me, stroking that spot perfectly.

“Ahhhh…!! Ryder…!!” I screamed as orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.

My pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers as intense pleasure ripped through every nerve. He kept licking and sucking, drawing out every shudder until I was whimpering and my knees nearly gave out.

Ryder stood, stripping off the rest of his clothes. His thick, hard dick sprang free, long, heavy, and flushed dark with need. The broad head glistened with precum. I licked my lips, hungry.

“Regretting your decision already?” he asked in a hushed voice.

I bit my lower lips and kneaded my breasts as I shook my head. “No. Come fuck me.”

He lifted me like I weighed nothing and tossed me onto the massive bed. I spread my legs wide, offering myself. Ryder climbed over me, kissing me deeply so I could taste my own arousal on his tongue. The fat head of his cock nudged my soaked entrance.

He pushed in slowly, stretching me open inch by thick inch. I moaned long and loud at the delicious burn, my walls fluttering around his girth. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever had, filling me so completely I felt him in my stomach when his hips finally met mine.

“Fuck, Andrea,” he groaned deeply, his eyes squeezed shut. “You’re so fucking tight and wet… perfect.”

He started thrusting, deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my eyes roll back. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his broad back. “Harder, Ryder! Fuck me harder!”

The bed creaked violently beneath us. Skin slapped loudly against skin. He pounded into me, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. I cried out with each powerful drive, lost in the raw pleasure.

Suddenly he pulled out, flipped me onto my hands and knees in a doggy style, and slammed back inside from behind.

“Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck…” I moaned.

He gripped my hips bruisingly and fucked me relentlessly, his heavy balls slapping against my clit.

One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit in fast, slick circles. “Don’t hold back, Andrea. Let me see you cum on my dick.”

“Yes—right there—fuck!” I panted as another orgasm tore through me.

My pussy spasmed hard around his thick shaft as I came screaming, my arms collapsing. I face-planted into the sheets while he kept thrusting through my climax, drawing it out.

Ryder pulled out, flipped me onto my back again, and hooked my legs over his shoulders.

“I didn’t say I was finished,” he groaned as he drove back in even deeper, bottoming out with every savage thrust.

Sweat slicked our bodies. My breasts bounced wildly. The wet, filthy sounds of his dick slamming into my drenched pussy echoed through the suite. I could feel he was close.

“Nut inside me,” I begged. “Fill me up, Ryder. I want it.”

“No…” he whispered amidst groans. “Don’t make me do it.”

But I didn’t care. I locked my ankles behind his neck, making it impossible for him to push out. “Do it.”

He groaned loudly, the sound raw and animalistic. His thrusts turned punishing, hips snapping forward. I came one final time, my walls milking him tight. Ryder buried himself to the hilt and roared my name as he exploded. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside me, pulse after pulse. He kept thrusting, pumping every last drop into my pulsing pussy until it leaked out around his dick and down my ass.

We collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap. I let out a wild, breathless and free laugh. Tears of pure release slid down my cheeks. Ryder rolled to the side and pulled me tightly against his chest, his dick still buried inside me, softening slowly. His strong arms wrapped around me possessively as his cum continued to drip from my well-fucked pussy.

“That was amazing,” he whispered.

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