Leo Ryder Porn Novels & Stories

Ryder shouted with panic written on his face. She strapped the eight-inch-long dick-shaped dildo on, and I pushed a pillow under his hips for access. I rubbed petroleum jelly around his anus and some around the top of the dildo. Suddenly, Ryder realized what was happening. "Oh no, not that!" he shouted. "I've never been fucked up the backside. I don't want to be. Don't do it." Diana leaned into his ear. "Ryder, too bad. It's funny how you guys don't mind putting it in the backdoor of us girls though." She positioned herself and slowly drove the penile weapon into him as he groaned loudly.

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.

Jax let his gaze drag over him—his back, the defined slope of his back, the perfect curve of his ass, flushed and marked with Jax’s touch. Fuck. He looked ruined already. Ryder opened the drawer and grabbed the bottle, but stopped there, hand tight around it. Fighting himself. When he turned, his cock twitched visibly, betraying him. “Look, just—forget it.” Jax watched. “I—I’ll finish myself,” Ryder added, glancing away. “This was a mista—” “Show me,” Jax said simply, “Cum… if you can.” That did it. Ryder’s eyes snapped back, irritation flaring, embarrassment sharpening into defiance. He marched back over, and uncapped the lube. The slick sound filled the silence as he coated his hand and gr

Ryder pulled the straps down, exposing her breasts, and sucked hard on one nipple. “Someone could walk by any second,” he rasped against her skin. “They’d see you bouncing like a desperate whore on your stepbrother’s best friend’s cock. Does that make you wetter?” “Yes,” she admitted shamefully, grinding down on him. “God, yes… I hate it but I can’t stop.” Ryder flipped them suddenly, laying her on her back across the backseat. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and slammed into her with deep, punishing strokes. The new angle made her cry out.

The noise was loud, chaotic. My dad's papers. My dad's desk. The taboo hit me like a physical blow, making my pussy clench tight. Ryder shoved his joggers down. His cock sprang free, bouncing heavily. It was purple, angry, and weeping pre-cum. He looked like a beast. A beautiful, terrifying monster. "Wrap your legs around me," he ordered. I obeyed, hooking my ankles behind his back. He grabbed his cock, lined the broad head up with my dripping entrance, and didn't hesitate. He slammed into me.

Cain watched, eyes gold, stroking himself slow. Ryder’s knot was still locked in her ass from the night before. He rocked slow, grinding, making her moan around me. The vibration shot straight to my spine. “She’s dripping again,” Ryder said, voice rough. “Pussy’s clenching like it’s empty.”

I couldn’t hold myself from pecking him. “I thought we agreed to burry that nickname.” “Never.” I whispered against his lips, removing my fingers and starting to rub my twitching cock. “Can you bring the lube and condoms, baby?” Ryder nodded and soon my shaft was lubed up and prepared to rock his world. “Let me do it.” Ryder took my dick into his hand, positioning himself and slowly sinking down on my length. “Oh, fuck!” He cried out, clawing at my shoulders as his hole swallowed me eagerly.

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.