Page 44 of Rough Ride

Keep it light, Crysta.

She wanted to tell him everything she was feeling, but that would be a mistake. Instead, she smiled up at him as he stepped closer. She sat up. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand over his cock. She slid her fingers down one side of it, then back up over the tip and down the other side. He shuddered.

“You like to tease, love?”

His voice had deepened, as did his accent. Something dark and dangerous swept through her. Power surged as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. He pulsed against her palm. She gave it another squeeze and he muttered something unintelligible. She was worried he might stop her, but again, he surprised her. He settled his hands on his hips and leaned his head back.

Taking that as an invitation to explore, she leaned closer to touch the tip of her tongue to the crown of his penis. The salty, sweet taste of his precum slipped over her taste buds. She slid her mouth over his shaft. God, she loved to have a hard cock in her mouth, almost as much as she liked having one in her pussy. She moaned as pleasure washed over her. He threaded his fingers through her hair, then molded his hands against the back of her head. As he held her still, he started to thrust in and out of her mouth so deep, she almost gagged a few times. She didn’t care. In fact, she loved it. She wanted to keep going, to make him come and feel it as it slid down her throat, but Eli had other plans.

He pulled back, releasing her head. Irritated, she frowned up at him.

“Oh, love, don’t look like that. This might be the only night I get to be with you, so I don’t want to be alone.”

He eased her back, undoing her bra and pulling off her panties. Instead of joining her on the bed though, he went to his knees. He placed a large hand on each of her thighs, spreading them apart. She was already unbearably wet and had to fight the urge to close her legs. She wasn’t a prude—far from it. She’d never had a problem accepting her sexuality or being free with her partners. But there was something so…well, carnal in the way he was gazing at her sex.

He trailed a finger along her pussy lips. The light touch was enough to send her over the edge, but he didn’t allow for it. He leaned in and gave her pussy a long, leisurely lick.

“Hmm, you have no idea how often I’ve thought of you, what you would taste like.”

He buried his face between her legs, first licking up her thigh until he reached her sex. He slipped his tongue inside her, lapping at her, teasing her clit, and pushing her to the edge. But each time she got close, he pulled back. With each episode, her craving grew. When he finally joined her on the bed, she needed an orgasm so badly, she ached from the need of it. Hell, she didn’t even know her last name at that point.

Eli rose from his knees and looked down at her. She lay there exposed, her entire body shivering. She had tried to stop, but she was too far gone. She needed him now; on top of her, inside of her, any way.

He covered her body once more, then stopped. “Fuck.”

She giggled.

“That’s not funny, woman. I have no protection.”

She snorted, trying to bring her laughing under control. “Sorry. I thought you were just saying what you wanted to do.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are a smart ass?” he asked.

“Many times.”

“Still doesn’t help the situation. We have no condoms.”

“You don’t, but I do.”

Relief spread over his face at first, then his eyes narrowed. “And just why would you have protection?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Without warning, he rolled off her, flipped her on her stomach, and onto his lap. Sometimes she forgot just how fast he could move. He smacked her ass twice, quick and hard. The sting filtered out over her flesh. Her sex clenched and grew damper. Shit, she always liked a Dom who knew how to spank well—and Eli was apparently an expert.

“That will teach you to be so naughty. Tell me why you have them.”

“Cuz I want to,” she said and was rewarded with another smack. Damn, the man knew just where to place his palm. The sting intensified, as did her arousal. Her nipples were so damned hard. She wanted to rub them for relief but resisted. Barely.

“Tell me, Crysta, or it could get worse.”

She laughed. “Okay. Truth is, I always carry them. Just habit.”

He grunted. She couldn’t tell if he was irritated by that comment. “Where?”

“My purse.”

He rubbed her ass with one palm while holding her still with his other hand. She squirmed and he gave her another swat.

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