Chapter 33: JOSLIN

Chapter Thirty-Three

JOSLIN

I should have had the good sense to never turn my back on a man who thinks and moves like a predator. One glimpse of my butt and Ryder’s energy in the cramped gas station bathroom shifts. I know he plans to escalate his first touch, but I don’t expect how exactly. His palm grips my ass and in one swift movement, he thrusts my body against the wall, pinning me there with his.

The cold tiles send a chill straight through me as I yelp out in surprise. Ryder’s grip on my ass just gets tighter as he pushes me against the cold tiles with his hips more forcefully.

“Do you feel how fucking hard you get me?” He growls, as if this explains his sudden loss of control. I try to answer him, but Ryder pins me so forcefully to the tiled bathroom walls that the words don’t come out. Strange desire pools between my thighs, but the guilt I thought would disappear after our marriage lingers.

This man is dangerous. He’s a criminal… He gets me so wet that I promised myself to him forever just so I could have him. That strange power Ryder has over me scares the crap out of me. Even now, as he gives in to the darkest parts of his lust… my pussy drips for him.

“Yes…” I gasp, solely meaning the word in response to his question but inadvertently giving Ryder permission to act on the dirty thoughts racing through his head. The hand gripping my bare ass snakes its way between the thong lace and my bare flesh. Even his touch burns with his desire.

I told the truth when I responded to him. Ryder’s dick feels like a firm, warm lump against my ass, as large as a coiled rattlesnake. He pushes his hips forward as his fingers sneakily remove the lace from the front of my mound and he slides two of his fingers possessively between my lower lips.

He never touched me like this before “I do”. The moan that escapes me feels loud enough to be heard outside the gas station walls. He might have paid off that kid but… what if someone else can hear us? Ryder obviously doesn’t care.

“I love that sound,” he whispers, running his fingers over the length of my slit. “Your soft pussy gets so fucking wet when I touch you.”

His fingers continue their exploration. While he touches me possessively, Ryder handles my mound with shocking sweetness. Like he wants to know every inch of me, even as he pants heavily and keeps me pinned to the bathroom wall with no intention of allowing me escape. His body’s heat soon distracts me from the cold walls. My attention focuses on the pleasurable waves between my legs.

His touch gets me soaked. He’s right. Ryder makes my pleasure even more intense by kissing my neck. The dark stubble on his face tickles my neck and gives his kiss a distinct texture that provokes desires I didn’t realize I had. My hips push back against his crotch involuntarily. My body’s motion makes his dick throb and Ryder’s fingers continue to tease my clit, forcing me into shallow, heavy breathing that utterly defeats any chance I might have had to protest his actions.

“That’s right, baby,” he whispers. “Get ready for your husband’s dick. I know it’s not the most romantic place but… Now that you’re mine, I can’t control my need to cum…”

Just when I want to resist him the most, Ryder’s fingers slide across a sweet spot that cascades one wave of pleasure into a full on climax. Every part of me tingles as euphoria rushes through me. My body moves closer to Ryder’s as he massages my clit and forces the waves of excitement rushing through me to stay at an intense peak.

I slam my hands against the tiles to brace myself as the intensity of my orgasm nearly knocks me unconscious. That’s the only other way I can describe the prickling of lights in front of my eyes and the way I can barely stand up just from the way Ryder touches me. Sensing my total satisfaction, Ryder removes his dripping fingers from my white lace panties.

I can hear the sloppy noises of his tongue working those fingers clean without turning around. Ryder grabs the thong with his other hand and I know I have less than a few seconds before he succumbs to his lust and rips that damn thong clean off my body.

“That thong looks exactly as good as I thought it would against your dark, sexy ass,” Ryder says in that low voice that sounds so damn sexy with his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

“Are you ready to feel my dick?”

He rips the thong away from my skin. I hear the fabric tear and feel a slight pinching sensation against my hips where the force of Ryder’s tugging shreds the thong he just purchased from the wedding emporium. My body trembles nervously as every inch of my body awakens to the height of Ryder’s craving for me.

He runs his tongue over my neck as he reaches his hand between my legs and spreads my soft, lower lips apart to expose my center. His fingers’ soft exploration between my legs as he holds me pressed up against the tiled wall forces a gush of liquid to squirt out of me and dribble down my thighs.

Ryder groans and I hear him undoing his belt and dropping his pants with his free hand as he uses the other to fondle my soaked lower lips and spread my dripping juices over every inch of my exposed mound.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, rubbing his finger between my pussy lips and once more exploring the full length of my slit. “I knew you would get even wetter than before when we were about to fuck…”

Something warm and large presses against my entrance. My first thought is that it’s his fist. But it’s oddly soft and velvety. I glance over my shoulder, incapable of stopping myself from watching him. My heart thumps erratically once I realize that the large thing about to enter my pussy is actually Ryder’s dick.

It’s way bigger than I expected. I had no real expectations, but Ryder’s size made me think he might be well-endowed. This doesn’t feel like a dick. It feels like something bigger. His cheeks darken as he notices the fear on my face, but he doesn’t stop himself. Ryder maintains eye contact as he grabs my hips and pushes the large head of his dick against my dripping entrance.

“I know it will hurt,” he says in an oddly soothing voice. “You’re so small… But you’re so fucking wet…”

I bite down on my lower lip as the large head of his dick pushes into me and stretches me so wide I can feel his dick pressed against my hip bones. Every part of me squeezes onto him, as if the tight flesh between my legs could grip his dick independently. He makes a satisfied groan before sliding the rest of his dick all the way inside me.

Pain spreads through me from my pussy and burns its way through my extremities. I make a noise unlike anything I’ve ever made in the bedroom and Ryder makes the pain worse by unleashing a couple more inches of dick I hadn’t noticed. When he’s finally inside me all the way to the hilt, I feel pinned to the bathroom wall, held in place by his strong firm hips and unable to do anything but move my ass slowly against the thatch of his hair that my ass is pressed against.

The moan I make mixes my pain and pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groans. “How the fuck are you so tight?”

He bites his lower lip and fixes his attention on the view of his dick sliding out of my pussy slowly as he prepares to move inside me and draw out the climax he waited so damn long for. Ryder spreads my ass cheeks apart and spits on his cock as it slides out. He pushes all the way back into me, making it easier for his dick to slide into me with the fresh lubrication. My pussy throbs and grips him tighter upon his second intrusion. The thought of Ryder’s spit coating my inner walls spreads pleasure through me that makes me think I’m about to cum…

I never thought I could cum from a man’s dick and my heart races at the idea that my new husband could be the one to give me my first orgasm from pure penetration. I feel my breathing grow shallow and desperate. But this man has barely moved inside me. The intensity of pleasure is just from Ryder’s girth.

Ryder makes a groan of pleasure that causes his dick to jerk inside me, causing the top of his member to scrape across my inner walls and send a surge of pleasure straight through me. He pushes his hips deeper again and I can’t control myself. After all the build up between us, the way he teased me with his tongue and left his dick unsatisfied, the way he took care of me on the road…

I want him so badly that my body can’t hold back any ounce of what I feel. My thighs shudder as clear juices gush from my pussy over the backs of my thighs. We’re married. So it doesn’t matter that he’s fucking me like this against the wall of a gas station bathroom. I cum so hard that my tightness convulses around Ryder’s dick and I can feel his breathing getting even more strained than before as he pumps into me. My pussy lips spread wide around his dick as he watches himself disappear inside me. Ryder loses himself thrusting into me and I break down in another loud, body-shattering climax. My nipples hurt so badly they feel bruised from the combination of arousal and friction against the bathroom tiles. Ryder is so fucking big that he can’t help forcing my body into the wall.

The size difference between us and the width of Ryder’s dick is plenty to make me cum now with each one of his thrusts. He built my arousal so high that I can’t come down off the peak. I gasp for breath desperately, never imagining I could get to the point of having enough.

“I’m going to cum,” he announces after my last, desperate orgasm. I expect more time after his warning before he finishes, but Ryder pushes into me with a thrust so deep I feel it in the base of my stomach. His dick expands, veins bulging around his cock teasing my inner walls as the first hot spurt of cum erupts between my legs.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Ryder groans, burying his face in my neck and teasing me with his beard as more hot cum erupts from his dick. The warm liquid sliding around my inner walls sends my heartbeat into overdrive. Warmth flushes from my core throughout my body and I push my hips back against Ryder, strangely desperate for him to leave every drop of his seed inside me.

He groans again and I sense him getting ready to remove his dick from the way his body and muscles shift. My body tenses and I desperately thrust my hips back to stop him from leaving me cold and empty against the bathroom wall.

Ryder puts his hand on the back of my neck with his perfectly gentle and possessive way.

“I have to put my dick away, church girl. But trust me… I’m not done with you either.”

He sucks on my neck so hard that I can feel Ryder’s lips and tongue making a mark on my neck. I wriggle and he slips his dick out of me, teasing my neck so much that I can’t respond with more than a desperate moan. He smacks my ass once he pulls his dick out. I shudder as he moves his body away and glance over my shoulder with odd desperation. His smile as I look back at him just makes my desire for him first.

“It’s good to know I can make you cum like that,” he says. “It’s a good sign.”

I just keep staring at him. Because damn. That man is fine. I thought I might enjoy sex with him but I didn’t expect… this. I didn’t expect to lose myself in a gas station bathroom and have the best sex of my life.

“Ryder…”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Of course, he laughs.

“I love you too,” he says. “Of course we love each other. That’s what you do when a woman saves your life.”

Ryder takes me by the cheeks and draws my body against his. His warmth is a welcome relief from the cold bathroom walls. He kisses me once he has me close and then grabs my ass with his warm, firm hands.

“Put some clothes on, church girl. The faster you meet my mother, the faster I get your ass into a bed for the rest of the night… and maybe the next three days. If I get some of those energy drinks… A week.”

“Easy, cowboy,” I whisper, kissing Ryder back. “We have the rest of our lives together.”

“Get dressed,” he says. “Before I bend your sexy ass over the sink and slow us down even more…”

My stomach flips as a strange part of me wants him to act on his threat. This man has turned me into… someone else. The wild girl I never had the freedom to be.