Page 24 of Filthy Hot

She whimpers against my lips. I swallow the sound. Then she moans, and as she does, I feel her pussy flutter around me. She gasps, her head falling back and bouncing off the wall. My fingers grip hers even tighter, and I take this as my signal to allow myself to come.

And I do.

I fuck her hard and fast, my hips losing all rhythm. She cries out, her voice bouncing off the motel room walls, and if there were anyone next door, they would, without a doubt, hear her.

I wish there were.

That shit would be hot as fuck, knowing that people could hear just how good I can make her feel.

Yeah, I’m that kind of dick.

I want the world to know how fucking good I am. It’s an arrogant thing. Cocky as fuck. But that’s who I am. I always win. And in bed is no different. Even when I’m not patient enough to take my time, I will always win.

This morning, winning means Kyle comes—hard.

Her fingers flex against mine, and then it happens. She lets out a long moan, her entire body stiffening, and then she slumps, but I’m holding her up, so she doesn’t go far.

I continue to move inside of her hard and fast, chasing my own release. Growling, I come as her pussy pulses around my dick, over and over—she milks me, every fucking ounce of cum out of my body.

I collapse against her, rest my forehead against hers, but I keep her hands up above her head with my own, and my hips pressed against hers, my softening cock still buried as deep as it can be inside of her.

“Gnaw,” she breathes.

“No,” I state.

Her body stiffens.

“Rider. That’s my name,” I say and smile as her body relaxes again.

“Rider,” she repeats in a whisper. “I like that a lot better than Gnaw.”

Lifting my head, I look down at her and watch as her nose scrunches. It’s cute as fuck, and I chuckle, which causes me to slip from her body. I’m sure she’s sore being in this position, so I use the moment to back away from her and release her hands.

Shifting to the side of the bed, I throw my legs over the edge and take a moment to just breathe. Burying my face in my hands, I try to catch my breath in the silence, and once I can see straight again, I look over my shoulder to the bed.

Kyle is still leaning against the headboard, except she’s got a sheet pulled all the way up to her chin. Grinning, I turn a little to face her, then reach out to cup her cheek. Her breath hitches at the touch.

“Let’s get some sleep, baby,” I rasp.

“Together?” she asks on a whisper.

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Yeah, Kyle—together.”

A few moments later, Kyle is naked, and we’re in bed together. Turning to my side, I wrap my arm around her and pull her against my chest, her ass nestling against my cock. I slide my hand up her belly, then her chest, where I curl my fingers around her tit, enjoying the way her soft flesh feels against my palm.

It feels like it happens in an instant. My eyes close, and I fall asleep. I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep so fast in my whole fucking life, but being with this woman, her soft body in my arms, it feels comfortable.

CHAPTER

TEN

KYLE

The last timeI slept beside a man, it was against my will. In fact, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t sleeping beside a man against my will. I’ve been running, being dragged back, and running again from Xavier for four years. That’s a long time not to be a willing participant in anything like this.

But last night was amazing—beyond amazing. I don’t even know if there is a word that could describe the way I felt when I closed my eyes in this man's arms. But as my eyelids flutter open, I look down at his hand curled around my breast, and I realize that what I felt last night does not compare to the way I am feeling at this moment—waking up in his arms.

“Morning, baby,” he murmurs.

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