Page 94 of Downpour

Ray kissed me long and hard. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I hadn’t started a tab, so we gathered our things and headed out to the truck. I was grateful that the drive back to the motel was short.

The motel room door slammed like a bomb exploding. The deadbolt echoed like a gunshot. I froze, knowing Ray was behind me.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget seeing your ass in those chaps…” The footrests on his chair knocked against the back of my ankles. “Shorts off,” he said.

“Are we finally going to finish what we started?”

“Are you going to stop talking back to me and do as you’re told?”

I shimmied my shorts off, standing in front of him in my panties and tank top.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured as he tugged my underwear down to my knees. “Bra off and touch your toes.”

I yanked my shirt and bra over my head and slowly bent over. It was like an unseen force took over my body when he spoke to me in that deep, gruff voice.

It felt like being hypnotized. Out of control, yet desperate.

“Already wet or still wet?” he asked as he slid a finger through my pussy.

“Still,” I whispered. “Still wet.”

“Poor thing,” he said with a depraved chuckle. “It’s been hours.”

I shook my head. “It’s been weeks.”

“Weeks, huh?” Ray slid two fingers inside me. “Sounds like I need to take care of some business, then.”

“Please,” I begged. My back ached and my arms trembled. “Please.”

He curled his fingers, stroking inside me. “I loved watching you ride that bull. Did it make you wet? I liked knowing all those people were watching my girl. Knowing every single one of them wanted what only I get to touch.”

“Yes,” I rasped.

“You’re gonna get on that bed and ride me, baby girl. It’s time for my show.”

I scrambled onto the mattress while Ray got undressed and settled against the headboard.

His cock was thick. An angry, swollen color flooded the head as he stroked it.

I crawled toward him, moving up his body. My slit grazed his shaft as I straddled him.

“Is this what you’ve been missing?” he murmured against my chest. “My cock in your pussy?”

I nodded.

“Go on then. Drop down on me. Let me feel how tight you are. How ready you are.”

I dug my fingers in his thick hair, holding his head against my breast as he sucked and bit my nipple. With each pull of his mouth, I sank further and further onto his cock.

It was only when I was fully seated with him inside me that I took a breath.

He laid back, allowing me to brace against his chest as I eased off him, then slammed back down.

I gasped for air. After what felt like ages of foreplay, I needed it rough. “Please, daddy,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”

His eyes flared and darkened as he growled, his fingers digging into my skin. “Say that again.”

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