CHAPTER 91
ANNA’S POV
I adjusted myself on the bed, positioning myself on all fours, hands on the bed, my back arched a little, my ass sticking out. The second I felt Ryan behind me, I froze. My heart was pounding.
He grabbed my waist hard. His grip alone sent a shiver through me.
Then I heard him spit into his palm. That wet sound made my stomach clench.
A second later, he rubbed the tip of his cock and without another word, slid into me from behind, slowly at first, but deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my hips tighter. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Ahh–R–Ryan…” I gasped. My hands fisted the sheets as he pushed deeper.
He didn’t wait. He started thrusting–fast and hard. The sounds were raw. Our skin slapping. His breath ragged. My moans getting louder and louder.
“Oh my God–yes–yes–fuck–fuck–oh fuckkkk Ryan-
I buried my face in the pillow, trying to muffle the way I was screaming. But I couldn’t help it. The pleasure was insane. He was going so deep, hitting me exactly where it drove me wild.
“Take it,” he growled. “Fucking take all of it.”
“Yes–yes, I am–oh my God–harder–please-”
His hand yanked my hair, forcing me to lift my head. I cried out, but not from pain. The other hand slid under and grabbed my boob, squeezing hard and pinching my nipple between his fingers.
“Fuuuuck!” I screamed, arching my back more. “Ryan–ahh–don’t stop–don’t you fucking stop!”
“You’re dripping,” he grunted, thrusting even harder now. “So wet for me.‘
My body was shaking. Everything was shaking. The bedframe. My arms. My thighs. My voice.
“Ryan–oh God–yes yes yes yes right there–fumuck–ahh
He slammed in again and again, faster, deeper, rougher. I could feel his fingers digging into my waist, holding me in place like I’d run if he let go.
“You needed this, didn’t you?” he said between heavy breaths.
“Y–yes… yes–so fucking bad-“I moaned loudly.
I couldn’t stop trembling. My boobs were bouncing with every thrust. My hand reached out to grab the headboard
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and even that was shaking like it could fall apart.
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“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ryan hissed. “This pussy missed me.”
“It did it did–ahhh–yes, Ryan–fuckk me–fuck me-”
He growled, deep and animalistic.
“Faster–please–don’t stop–please,” I begged, sweat dripping down my face.
“I’m not fucking stopping till you cum on me again.”
“Ahhh–yes–yes–I’m close–I’m-”
“Say my name,” he grunted.
“RYAN!” I screamed. “RYAN–RYAAN-!”
“Good girl,” he whispered roughly.
My entire body tensed. Then it hit me. That overwhelming wave. I screamed into the pillow, cumming hard, shaking, gasping, moaning without shame.
“Oh my God–fuck–I’m–fuuuucckkkkk!”
He didn’t stop.
His thrusts slowed just a little but were still deep, still hitting every spot that made me whimper.
“Again,” he whispered. “You’ve got more in you.
“No–Ryan–please–I can’t–I’m so sensitive-”
“Yes, you can. You’re mine. You’ll take all of it.”
“Ahhh–ahh–fuck–it’s too much-”
His hand slapped my ass hard. “Take it.”
My eyes rolled back as I bit down on the pillow.
It was insane. He was relentless.
The pleasure kept building again.
“You’re gonna cum again,” he growled.
“I–I don’t–1–fuck–yes–yes I am-”
“That’s it. Let go.”
I screamed his name again as another orgasm ripped through me.
“Ryaan–fuuuckk–oh God–yes yes-”
His voice got deeper, hoarser. “I’m about to cum.”
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His pace turned frantic. One last deep thrust.
Then he groaned, hard. His whole body stilled.
He pulled out fast, stroking himself twice-
“FUCK,” he moaned as he spilled all over my back and ass.
I collapsed onto the bed. My arms gave out completely. My body was shaking. I couldn’t even open my eyes.
Ryan fell beside me. His chest rising and falling fast.
I didn’t speak. Neither did he.
We just laid there, sweaty and breathless, listening to nothing but our heartbeats.
This was what I’d wanted.
Ever since I woke up.
Ever since I passed out from the shock of learning I was pregnant before…
For Ryan.
It felt like everything around me had crumbled. I didn’t know what I could think anymore. But now that Ryan had touched me like this… fucking me like I was his, even if it was just for tonight… it made something inside me feel okay again.
I didn’t want to think about tomorrow.
About anything that we’d just done.
I just wanted to breathe.
And lay here.
With him.
For now, this was enough.
