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living shit out of him. She decides on the latter because she desperately needs to kiss him.
     
    Ryker lets his embrace fall from Ronnie’s hips as she turns in the bed, lowering herself to him and kissing him. Like last night, her post-orgasmic kiss is like a force of nature, long, wet, and so fucking erotic that he is afraid he might come right then and there. There is something about her deep and sexy giggle and accompanying kiss that makes Ryker want to give her orgasm after orgasm until she is exhausted.   
     
    She slowly pulls back from her kiss, looking into his eyes and smiling. When he kisses her, she fucking well knows she has been kissed! She reaches down, between their bodies, and takes his cock into her hand, steering it into her as she settles down and back. “Oh my God…” she moans softly as he slides into her wetness, unable to contain the words of pleasure.
     
    He wraps his arms around her, holding her down, pressing their bodies together as he swims in a pleasure he has rarely known. With a near silent gasp, he begins to thrust.
     
    Ronnie loves the feeling of being trapped in Ryker’s arms, one arm holding her tight around her back, the other holding her head, secure in the knowledge that so long as he is with her nothing in this world can possibly hurt her. He starts out slow, but as she begins to thrust her hips, silently encouraging him to speed up his tempo, he responds and begins to move faster, driving her toward her second orgasm of the night.
     
    She falls still as he thrusts into her, grimacing in effort and pleasure, fighting against the pleasure he feels. “Oh God…” she whimpers again, and he begins to thrust harder still, pounding into her with savage speed and force. He feels her hands tightening up on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, the discomfort of her grip exciting him even more as he tries to push her over the edge.
     
    She feels herself slipping as he takes her with passion and tender violence. She hears herself begin to keen as her orgasm burns through her, her skin feeling hot as she burns in orgasmic fire. She begins to quiver as the full force of her pleasure takes her, shivering as if cold while simultaneously burning as if hot, before she falls out of her orgasm with a quiet gasp. But still he takes her and she can feel herself coiling up in pleasure again, causing her to cry out.
     
    “Stop! Stop! Fuck! Stop, stop, stop! Please! Fuck! Please, stop!” Ronnie begs, but still he thrusts. She is still wet and her cries are clearly not from pain. He growls, tightening his embrace, his face a sneer of pleasure and effort. He is going to push her through, to give her the orgasm he can sense twisting her up.
     
    Ronnie can feel her orgasm wash over her, crushing her under its weight like a tidal wave as she drowns in pleasure. She begins to struggle, slapping and scratching as she is consumed by pleasure she can’t accept. She grabs a handful of Ryker’s hair as she shudders uncontrollably, pulling hard, knowing she is hurting him but unable to stop.
     
    As she thrashes and moans, she rears up out of his embrace, her face a twisted mask of anguish, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she flails, her hands slapping at him and the bed, grasping and pulling as she battles through the pleasure. And still he thrusts.
     
    Ronnie wails out one long, inhuman sound before her orgasmic thrashing subsides and she collapses back into his chest. Never in the history of womankind has anyone come any harder than she just has. To do so would surely kill them. She lies still, panting, listening to Ryker’s bellow like gaps… and she begins to giggle.
     
    Ryker stops his thrusting. He is exhausted and needs a moment to catch his breath… not to mention forestall the orgasm that was trying to take him. Her thrashing and moaning in orgasm had excited him at a very deep level and he wouldn’t have lasted much longer. As she begins to giggle, moving up to