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Serena’s POV

I woke to the sensation of gentle kisses being pressed against my stomach. My eyes fluttered open in the dim morning light to find Ryan’s dark head between my thighs, his hands splayed possessively across my hips.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice still husky from sleep.

Ryan looked up at , his eyes dark with hunger. "Appreciating what’s mine."

My breath caught as his thumbs traced circles on my inner thighs. "I thought we were done last night."

"Not even close, princess." His voice was rough, commanding. "I’ve been starving for you for months."

I shivered as he lowered his head again, pressing reverent kisses to the small swell of my belly. The tenderness in his touch made my chest ache with conflicting emotions.

"Ryan, I-"

"Shhh," he interrupted, sliding lower. "Let daddy take care of you."

Before I could protest, his tongue made contact with my sensitive core, causing my hips to buck involuntarily. He chuckled, the vibration sending shockwaves through .

"Still so responsive," he murmured against my flesh. "So fucking wet for already."

I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as he worked his tongue in deliberate, knowing circles. This man knew my body better than I did - every spot that made tremble, every touch that drove wild.

"Oh god," I gasped as he slid two fingers inside , curling them expertly while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit.

"Not god, baby. Just ." His eyes locked with mine, possessive and proud. "Say my na."

"Ryan," I breathed, unable to look away from his intense gaze.

He shook his head slightly, adding a third finger and stretching deliciously. "Try again. What do you call when you’re desperate to co?"

My cheeks flushed with embarrassnt and arousal. "Daddy," I whispered.

"Louder." His fingers thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside .

"Daddy!" I cried out, shaless now in my need.

"Good girl," he praised, his tongue flattening against my clit as his fingers worked rcilessly. "Now let feel you co on my tongue."

The combination of his skillful mouth, commanding words, and the taboo thrill of our power dynamic sent spiraling. My thighs clamped around his head as pleasure exploded through , wave after intense wave.

"That’s it, squeeze my head with those gorgeous thighs," he growled, not letting up for a second. "I want to drown in you."

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he sucked hard on my oversensitive bundle of nerves while pressing firmly on that spot inside . I scread as a second, more powerful orgasm tore through , my body convulsing uncontrollably.

Ryan finally pulled away, his chin glistening with my arousal as he crawled up my body. His expression was pure male satisfaction.

"Fucking beautiful," he said, voice thick with desire as he took in my flushed face and heaving chest. "I could feast on your sweet pussy all day."

I lay there, boneless and spent, as he gathered against his chest. I could feel his hard length pressing against my thigh, but he made no move to seek his own release.

"You didn’t..." I trailed off, confused.

"That was just for you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Consider it an appetizer."

His eyes darkened instantly, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby."

"You won’t," I assured him, reaching down to wrap my fingers around his impressive length. "I need you."

A primal growl escaped him as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. "I’ve dreamt of being back inside you every fucking night."

He pushed in slowly, inch by exquisite inch, stretching deliciously. We both moaned as he bottod out, his cock pulsing inside .

"Fuck, you’re tight," he hissed, his forehead pressed against mine. "Like a goddamn glove around ."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Move, please."

He began a torturous rhythm, each stroke deliberate and asured. His eyes never left mine, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face.

"You belong to ," he growled, his hips snapping forward with more force. "This sweet cunt belongs to . Say it."

"I’m yours," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he hit that perfect spot inside .

"And I’m yours," he countered, surprising . "Only ever yours, Serena."

The sincerity in his voice nearly undid . He increased his pace, driving into with controlled power, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit.

"Co with this ti," he demanded, his movents growing erratic. "Let feel you squeeze every drop out of ."

I was climbing rapidly toward another peak when the shrill ring of a phone cut through our passionate haze. Ryan cursed viciously but didn’t stop his movents.

"Ignore it," he commanded, grinding against in a way that made see stars.

The ringing stopped, then imdiately started again. With a frustrated groan, Ryan stilled inside .

"It might be important," I panted, trying to clear the fog of lust from my brain.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, still buried deep inside . "This better be fucking life or death," he growled into the device.

The expression that crossed his face told imdiately that sothing was very wrong. His body tensed, his grip on my hip tightening.

"When?" he demanded, all traces of pleasure vanishing from his features. "I’ll be there in twenty."

He hung up, already withdrawing from with obvious reluctance.

"What’s happening?" I asked, pulling the sheet up to cover myself.

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