Unleashed

Chapter Twenty-Three: Pictures

Ryker Fox

Ryker's Penthouse
The Next Morning

I woke up to the sun creeping through my bedroom window, giving away it was morning. For a second I was so disoriented I just laid there, staring at the ceiling. We hadn't got much sleep last night, if you catch my drift. I promised Emma I would fuck her until the sun comes up, and I wasn't kidding. I was pretty sure Ryker Junior was on life support.

I looked to the right on the king-sized bed beside me to see a still naked Emma, passed out cold. She was laying on her stomach, the sun hitting her shiny blonde hair. The blanket she was covered up with had half fallen off the bed, but she was too passed out to notice.

My eyes couldn't help but travel to each and every one of her curves, until my eyes had reached her ass. Damn. That ass doesn't get nearly enough credit. I just want to take a bite out of it like a fucking peach.

I could still see where her ass was red from me spanking it last night. In other news, Ryker Junior is now off life support and is expected to make a full recovery. Thank you for your prayers. Seriously though..God. She really was beautiful. I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at her.

"Are you really staring at my ass while I'm sleeping, you perv?" I was pulled out of my fantasies by the sound of Emma's voice. I thought she was still sleeping, so it caught me off guard. I looked at her face and she was smiling at me. Her bright green eyes burning into my soul.

"What in our history makes you sound so surprised?" I countered. She thought about it for a moment, and laughed. There was still sleep in her voice as she rolled over to lay on her back.

"Touche." She chuckled as she brushed the hair out of her face. She made eye contact with me and realized my eyes had now settled on her breasts, my mouth practically watering. She scoffed, already looking entirely done with my shit. "Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe you're some kind of a nymphomaniac?"

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "Hmm..have you ever considered the possibility that maybe your body just drives me crazy?" She blushed at my words and I crawled on top of her, pressing my lips to hers.

She began to protest so I broke our kiss and looked at her, puzzled. "As much as I love doing...this. You wore me out last night. I swear to God, I don't think I can move." I chuckled to myself, her words giving me a bit of an ego boost. I stroked her cheek with my hand, and smiled at her.

"That's alright. We can continue this later." I said softly, not wanting to pressure her into doing anything she wasn't into at the moment. Besides, while my stamina was quite impressive, I suppose I was pretty exhausted myself.

I began to sit myself up and stretched my still sleepy muscles. I couldn't help but laugh as Emma stayed in place, looking frozen. I really did wear her out.

"Would you like some breakfast? It won't take long to whip something up." She beamed at the word 'breakfast', so I took that as a yes. "Well, go ahead and rest if you want..I can let you know when it's ready." I suggested while I slipped on my boxers that had been abandoned on the floor.

Emma groaned in frustration. She looked like she felt really sore, as she winced while she took longer than neccessary to sit herself up. "Christ on a cracker, you damn near broke me in half." She complained as she finally managed to get up.