Page 108 of Wild Ride

Ashley’s entire body fizzled, but she was hesitant. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know if it’s a problem.”

She straddled him, first nudging against his thick, upright cock, then trapping it between their bodies. His hand curved around her ass, touching the bare cheek peeking from the lilac hipster. His other hand took the weight of one heavy and aching breast, his thumb rubbing over the lace edge of the bra and over her swollen nipple.

He pushed the bra strap off her shoulder, slipped a thumb under the edge of her panties and pushed into the cleft between her legs.

“This color is perfect against your skin. Your tits are so damn pretty, you know that?”

She didn’t, but she was starting to believe.

He squeezed her ass cheek as his thumb sought liquid depths. She squirmed, inviting that thick digit inside, angling to draw it deeper. Leaning in, she touched her lips to the bump on his head.

“Does it hurt?”

He shook his head. “You make everything better.”

The words were so sincere, matched by his intense gaze. Still watching her, he lifted her up and peeled off her hipster.

“It’s pretty but I don’t want to rip it. Which I will if you keep it on for much longer.”

Good, because it was expensive. She pushed back up against his length, angling her body so that the friction worked for her. Without her underwear, he took advantage using his long, strong fingers to explore from behind. The palm of his hand rubbed between her legs from the front, resulting in a full-scale assault on her senses.

“Dex,” she moaned.

“Take off the bra.”

She unhooked it, freeing her breasts, now close to his lips. His tongue darted out, a fast lick of her nipple then a long pull inside his mouth. Between his hands, his tongue, and the friction of his cock, she knew it wouldn’t take long to reach the peak of pleasure.

“You’re so wet.”

“Now, that’s for you.”

“That’s my girl. That’s my beautiful, most excellent girl.” He kissed her, tracing her lips with his tongue. He parted her folds and stroked his thumb through, once, twice.

“Ah!” She shuddered as the orgasm wracked her. He continued to rub, eeking out more waves of earth-shocking sensation.

Reaching over to his sweatpants he extracted a foil packet.

“Suit me up, Ash.”

With shaking hands, she did it while he lifted her up and then spread her wide with his thumbs. Sinking down, she took him fully inside her, the instinct as natural as any she’d ever felt.

It’s never been like this.

Which was a sorry state of affairs for a woman her age. But she’d never felt comfortable enough with her body to let go. With Dex, there was no need to hide. The honesty between them was as sexy as it was scary.

He liked her body. The way he reacted to her new lingerie and how it cupped and caressed every curve said he loved her body.

Turned out she was one of those pathetic women with limited wells of self-belief, who needed a guy to appreciate them because they couldn’t appreciate themselves. A stupid tear escaped and was caught by Dex’s thumb.

“Hey now, why so sad?”

“Just being weird.”

He held her gaze. “Good thing I like weird. I like you.”

But the words felt more intense than their meaning. They felt like salvation.

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