Erin Ryder Nude Romane & Geschichten

I can’t take my eyes off that bare chest of his, and by the time my car is squeaky clean, I’m fucking soaked and it has nothing to do with the water from the hose and everything to do with my throbbing, aching pussy. Ryder leans against his car with his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me as I rinse off the last of the soap. With his eyes still on me, I turn the hose on my body, soaking my tiny, white bikini until I’m dripping wet. The cold water and heat from his gaze have my nipples trying to poke right through the thin, wet fabric.

The door clicked shut. The scent of sandalwood and citrus filled the enclosed space, mingling with the faint leather upholstery. River’s heart pounded as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. He had pulled out his iPad and was already scrolling through it, fingers moving smoothly as he reviewed something with quiet intensity. His hair, usually perfectly styled, had a few rebellious strands that fell over his forehead. She caught herself staring. “Do I amuse you, darling?” Ryker asked, his voice smooth and lazy, not once looking up from the screen.

I asked again wanting a confirmation but Ryder didn't seem ready to answer that. Without saying anything he motions to unbutton his shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked when he pulled it off. I stared at his naked body. His perfect arbs and I notice that one of his nipples is pierced. I want to run my land over the metallic ring. Does it hurt? "Will you stop ogling me?" I smiled and looked away. My cheeks heats up in embarrassment. He caught me checking him out. Clearing my throat I asked him. "Why did you take off your shirt"

He stares at Ryder, watching his every move. Ryder takes his time. He knows this is the first time Adrian is seeing him fully naked, and he intends to make it a show. He shrugs his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then he hooks his thumbs into his waistband, slowly pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. He kicks them away, standing tall and proud, his own cock hard and jutting out from his body. Adrian’s eyes rake over Ryder’s form, taking in the lean muscle, the sharp definition, the rigid length of his dick. He feels his own cock twitch, already beginning to harden again despite the intense orgasm he just had.

So every now and then, she'd send me or my brother over with some good old-fashioned baked goods As I was about to leave the house, I noticed the garage door was slightly open and that the light was on. I walked over to check, and sure enough—Ryder was in there. His shirtless body was covered in his tattoos and sweat. He was hunched over a trashcan with smoke coming out of it. He quickly turned around as I swung the garage door open. "Hey Ry," I greeted cheerfully. "T, what's up?" He did a double look when he saw me, probably because of my hair.

Ryker wasn’t built like the guys I usually saw at the gym obsessively counting protein and flexing every reflective surface they passed. He looked warm, kind of pretty. With a fit outline, the kind of body you wanted to touch for hours. The kind of body you remembered afterward. My gaze dragged slowly over his chest before meeting his eyes again. “Keep going,” I said quietly. He swallowed. Then obeyed. His jeans came off next. Then his socks. Then slowly, painfully slowly, he stepped out of everything until he was standing there in nothing but dark briefs. Jesus Christ. He looked up at me through heavily lidded eyes.

Jaxon's hands went to her ass, gripping both cheeks hard enough to leave marks, kneading the soft flesh possessively. Right then, Ryder appeared beside us, now totally naked with his hot, rock hard, thick cock standing proudly and pointing straight at us as he walked closer. The sight of him made my mouth go dry. Sera's rapid breathing, all of our mixed scents, the overwhelming arousal filling the entire cabin was driving me absolutely crazy and making it hard to think straight about anything except claiming our mate. Ryder went to the other side of Sera's body and without any warning, he pinched her other breast hard between his fingers. A scream of pure pleasure tore out from my mate's mou

I froze, clutching the dirty sheets to my chest like a shield. Ryder was standing there. Leaning against the newel post, a mug of coffee in his hand. He looked infuriatingly fresh. He was wearing grey joggers and a tight white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and showed off the dark ink creeping up his neck. His hair was damp, like he had just showered. He looked clean. He looked like a god. Meanwhile, I looked like a girl who had been thoroughly ravished. "Morning," I squeaked, my voice cracking.

Ryder: If you were here right now, I’d pin you against the wall and make you say my name like you did in the garden. My breath hitched. Evie: You liked that? Ryder: Liked it? I fucking loved it. I squirmed against the sheets, feeling the ache between my legs grow unbearable, I clenched my legs so tightly as id that was enough to stop the wetness seeping into my panties. Evie: I want to see you. A second passed. Then— A photo. I inhaled sharply as I opened it. Ryder. Shirtless. Sitting on his bed, low sweatpants hanging off his hips, one hand gripping his phone, the other lazily resting against his hard, thick cock, the outline pressing against the fabric.

“You are so big.” Ryder laughs. “You can take me baby don’t worry I’ll be gentle.” He climbs on the bed pulling my thong down my legs. “Your pussy is so pretty.” A sudden wave of self-consciousness runs through me, and I cover my face with my hands. I have never been completely naked in front of anyone before. “You don’t have to hide from me baby. You are absolutely perfect.” “You really think so.” I whisper unsure. “I know so baby, now spread those pretty thighs for me.” Ryder says climbing between my legs, gently pushing my legs apart further.