Page 62 of Rough Ride

Of course, he did. The way he had laid her there arched her back just a little bit. Her breasts were on display. He pinched first one, then the other nipple. She drew in a deep breath and pressed her legs together.

“Oh, bad girl. Spread those legs.”

She did as ordered.

“So sweet. I like a sub who knows when to behave.” He knelt on the bed beside her and laid a condom beside her on the mattress. Then, he settled between her legs.

“I like seeing my pussy all wet like this. You like a good spanking. Ever try a cat ‘o nine tales?”

“No.”

“Well, we will have to try that out.” He leaned closer and sniffed. “God, you smell good.”

He licked her. Over and over—leisurely as if he had all night. Pulling back he said, “Do not come without my permission, you understand?”

She nodded. She couldn’t speak at the moment because seeing him smile up at her from between her legs did funny things to her. It was erotic and carnal and sexy…but it also did things to her she didn’t expect.

He slipped a finger into her, while teasing her clit. She could feel her orgasm approaching but she fought it. She was made of sterner stuff, just like she had thought earlier. She could do this.

But, with each flick of his tongue, he pushed her closer, and closer. She was so damned wet; she was almost embarrassed by it.

Suddenly, he swore and moved away. He grabbed his condom and drew in a few deep breaths. While giving her a hard look.

“You push me.”

She almost opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut.

“I give you permission to talk,” he said.

“I didn’t say or do anything.”

He rolled the condom on and leaned closer, placing a hand beside her head on the mattress. “You exist. That is apparently all I need.” He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth over and over. She could taste herself there, her passion for him.

He kneeled between her legs again and entered her in one long, hard thrust. She almost came there, but he looked down at her.

“Not yet. I want to be together.”

Quickly, he started to ride her. Over and over, he thrust into her. Each one seemed to be harder than the last. The headboard slammed against the wall and then, he looked down at her.

“Now, Crysta, come with me.”

She was already coming before he finished the sentence. Pleasure exploded through her as tiny sparks of erotic delight danced through her blood.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, baby, so good.”

He continued to thrust once…twice…then he thrust one last time. He groaned her name as he shuddered against her.

A few moments later, he collapsed on top of her and lay there.

He lifted his head and looked down at her, pushing aside her hair. There was something there in his eyes. “Sorry. I usually play a bit more, but I have a hairline trigger where you’re concerned.”

He kissed her, slowly, sweetly.

Undoing her cuffs, he massaged her wrists. “All right, love?”

“Yes, just fine,” she said, snuggling down in bed with him. He pulled the covers over them as the first of the rain started to patter on the roof. “And, lord, I’m glad you took it easy on me. It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah?”

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