Leo Ryder Porn Novels & Stories

Rayne was going to be my wife, I couldn't help but smile as the thought danced in my mind. "Yeah, like mind control," Rayne suggested, looking at me. She only cared about that, she wanted me to be invincible, she wanted to protect me from any harm. "Chris, the floor is yours." Roland looked at him. Chris stood in front of me and looked at me straight in the eyes. Suddenly, I fell down with unbearable pain spreading through my body. "What's happening to him?" I heard Rayne's soft voice, she sounded worried. "Nothing to worry about, he will be fine. I'm just making him imagine that he is being stabbed with silver," Chris answered her.

I'm currently engaged in a physical encounter with my friend, Ryder Knowles, after unsuccessful experiences with seventeen other men who failed to arouse me. This situation is unprecedented between Ryder and me, as he's usually highly skilled in satisfying me quickly. However, this time, I find myself almost as unresponsive as I was during my last encounter with Jake before removing him from my list. Ryder abruptly stops and lies down beside me, propping his head on his hand. He remarks, "Alright, who is he?" I sit up, puzzled, and inquire, "What do you mean?"

He lined up his cock—long, veined, and dripping pre-cum—and shoved it into her pussy in one brutal stroke. Maya cried out, her back arching off the tiles. So full. He was thinner than Lucas but faster, setting a punishing rhythm immediately, his hips slapping against her thighs. The water made everything slicker, louder. Each thrust was a wet, smacking thud that echoed off the walls. “Fuck her hard, Leo!” someone cheered. “Make that coach-pussy squeal!”

Ryker is back on his knees, but this time I am on my back, his massive shoulders spreading my legs wide and can see his chocolate brown eyes asking for permission. “I need you. Please.” He leans forward slowly, not breaking eye contact as he tastes me again. Something about that simple hungry look is more intense than any words he could have said and as soon as he slides his thick finger in me I explode. “OH F*CK! RYKER, YES!” White lights pop behind my eyes and my breath catches as my core puts a vice grip on his finger and my body convulses. He continues to pump into me hard until I come down from my high. He crawls up my body, kissing the exposed skin of my stomach. In between the swe

"She's so f*cking wet." "Let me see," Ryder teases, kneeling on the edge of the bed and yanking my knee up and away to expose me even more than I already am! "Wow, baby. Who knew you liked anal toys?" I certainly didn't know it, but I can't tell them that. Dante crawls forward, Ryder hanging off to the side and practically bending my knee up to my shoulder. I growl through the bind, unsure if I can hold this position for long but Ryder's hand pins me in place so I don't have to worry about it.

Ryder asked in horror as he looked over from the water based lubricants selection he was browsing through. "Well, I'm thinking of buying one. Any problem with that?" Ryder scoffed as he came close to her and looked around to see if there were people listening in their conversation. But everyone else was too busy shopping to notice them both. He felt embarrassed that Holly was thinking of getting a dildo as a souvenir. His idea of a souvenir was a bottle of lube or a whip or one of the sexy playboy outfits and bunny ears on display. "Why? Wait, do you have a dildo too?"

Ryder. We have been having the most absolutely unhinged, wall-shaking sex of my entire life this past week. And I have tried to keep some dignity about it, but what dignity? What dignity is left? This man is a human hydraulic drill. He never stops. Fuck. He never gets tired. There's no place in the house we haven't fucked. Is it the living room? Dining? Pool? Kitchen? His study? His room? My room? Hallway? Every fucking corner in the house! We can finish about seven rounds and this man will still be as hard as rock.

“Ryder I- I can’t take anymore. I’m going to come, please don’t stop.” “I’m going to come baby. Come with me.” Ryder groans deep in his throat. Ryder pinches my clit and I scream biting my lip to muffle it. My body convulses, pussy contracting on his dick and I feel my juices squirt out around his cock. “Oh fuck baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ryder groans and I feel his body tighten, and his cum shoots deep inside me. My pussy contracts around his dick, making him groan again and he collapses on top of me kissing me repeatedly.

As soon as the device came to life, Ryder punched a few buttons, and what appeared on the screen left me in shock and amazement. On the screen was Linnet Shadow-Moon with Cornello—both naked on the bed, having sex. The video was explicit. Every moan was crystal clear, and Cornello’s filthy hands roamed over her smooth skin. I could hear Ryder moaning along with the old fool in the video. I smacked him hard on the back, and he chuckled. "What? Aren't you enjoying the show?" he asked. I shot him a glare. He ignored me and continued, "No wonder the old fool couldn't get enough of her. That woman is incredible in bed. And her soft skin... I'd love to feel it against mine."

Embarrassingly wet. Cole’s eyes darkened as he watched. “She’s dripping already.” Blaze stroked the growing bulge in his shorts. “Fuck, look at that pretty little pussy.” Ryder poured more oil directly onto her ass, letting it drip down between her cheeks. One thick finger slid slowly along her slit, teasing her entrance, then circling her swollen clit. Zeeyah moaned into the couch cushion, hips twitching. “That’s it,” Ryder growled softly. “Let Daddy Ryder take care of you.”