Chapter 40

"I'm coming, Stella," Ryle says deeply as he widens my legs. Every thrust he does is heaven to me. He keeps on filling me with his entirety, and I can't help but hold onto his neck and then smash my lips against his. He hastens his penetration, making me moan on his tongue, and then he lets out a long, coarse sigh of satisfaction, slowly moving in and out of me. "Fuck, Stella. That was good," he says.

All I do is close my eyes as he gets his manhood out of my hole. I'm missing it already. Am I bad for thinking like this? I just want him, his touch. That's all. I've never felt him for days, and those days were torturous. It's all because of this freak ex-boyfriend of mine named Kent. Ugh. That guy sucks. I'm a hundred percent sure he's totally lost it. Or somebody else has been making him lose it. Either way, it's never helped me. It's just made my days dull and gloomy. Lifeless. God knows how miserable I've been when Kent appeared. With a very odd personality.

As I get back in my thre