Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice raw with need.
And, well, I couldn’t deny her what she wanted, now, could I?
I stepped closer, sliding my cock up and down her wet cleft for a minute just to watch how she wiggled and squirmed.
Only then did I slam deep inside her, feeling her tight, hot walls close around me as her moan filled the night air.
There was no exploring this time, no building of intimacy. It was pure, raw desire as I grabbed her hips, slamming her back against me each time I thrust forward.
Dylan’s moans were unfiltered as she got closer and closer. One arm reached back, grabbing my forearm, as if she needed the connection, while she tightened around me. Then, with a cry that I would remember for the rest of my fucking life, she came. Her whole body shuddered as her pussy clenched around me over and over.
I damn near came with her right then.
But before I could even think about it, she was straightening, then making me slide out of her as she turned.
The heat in her eyes was scorching as she grabbed me, pulling downward until I did what she wanted.
I got down on the ground.
Then she was climbing over me, her molten gaze holding mine as she grabbed the base of my cock, holding onto it as she positioned herself, then slid down onto me.
Her head fell back, a raw, almost pained sound escaping her.
My hands went to her hips, giving them a squeeze.
Her gaze slid back to mine.
Then, eyes locked, she started to ride me hard and fast, the need still as desperate as she’d been a few moments ago.
As for me, I just enjoyed the fucking show.
Because I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything as beautiful as her riding me right then—her dark eyes needy, her face blooming pink with pleasure, her full lips falling open with moans that grew louder with each passing moment.
I felt the switch, the tightening, the way every muscle in her body contracted.
Her hands reached downward a bit frantically, reaching for my hands on her hips, then sliding her fingers between mine, holding on. Only then did she come, crying out, pulsing, trembling.
Like she needed the connection first.
And I couldn’t hold off anymore at that.
I jerked upward and came while she was still clenching around me.
I slipped my hands from between hers, pulling her downward until her face was nestled in my neck, her breath warm on my skin, her body covering mine.
Neither of us seemed in a hurry to move as my hands slid up and down her back, over her shoulders, through her hair.
“We’re going to be so filthy,” she said, face still buried in my neck.
“Hm?” I asked, too distracted by how right this felt to understand her meaning.
“The ground. It’s so dry. We’re going to be completely covered in dust.”
“Got a long drive back to the hotel to blow off.”
She lifted up, looking down at me with a twinkle in her eye and a smile tugging at her lips.
“I still can’t believe you were willing to ride bitch.”
“Baby,” I said, tucking her hair behind her ear as it fell to curtain us, “I’ll willingly be behind you any fucking time you want.”
That got a big smile out of her. It was the kind that crinkled her eyes.
“Good to know,” she said, sliding back onto my lap, then slowly getting to her feet.
Sure enough, dust went everywhere.
And we both laughed as we got back into our clothes and dusted ourselves off the best we could. But we were both wearing black, and the damn stuff was stuck in the fibers of our clothes. It was hopeless.
But we didn’t seem to care as we got back on the bike and rode to the hotel.
When we realized Sugar had been kidnapped by Syn to hang out in his room, Dylan turned back to me, a wicked gleam in her eye.
“What’s that look for?”
She reached out, grabbing a handful of my shirt, and tugged me back toward the bathroom with her.
“We got this dirty together. Let’s get cleaned up together too.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Dylan
The next two days were a bit of a blur.
The only things that really stood out were bringing the sweet, neglected Rotties all the food they needed… and jumping Colter any chance I got.
Really, I almost felt bad for the guy.
Over a year of sexual frustration was being taken out on him in a forty-eight-hour period. But I had to give Colter credit; it didn’t matter how many times I was aching for it, he rallied and got the job done.
And that meant that I was swimming in an orgasm high pretty much nonstop.
“What would you do if you did something else?” Colter asked, sitting beside me on a picnic table with the red paint flecked off, both of us careful where we put our hands because the wood was splintered in spots.