Page 61 of Filthy Hot

Rider nibbles on my bottom lip, then lifts his head, his eyes looking into mine again. I don’t know what he’s trying to see, but I hope that whatever it is, he finds it in me because I’ve never felt this way before.

It’s amazing and beautiful. It’s nothing I expected and everything I’ve always wanted.

Without a word, I feel his hands reach for my pants, tugging them down past my ass along with my panties. Kicking them off the rest of the way, along with my shoes, I let out a gasp when my shirt is peeled off over my head, my bra unhooked and tossed to the floor.

Before I can say a word, my body is in the air. Rider grips my hips, picking me up off the floor, and I expect to be taken to the bed, but that’s not what happens. Instead, he moves forward, and I feel my back slam against the hard door.

I let out a gasp, my eyes wide as I stare into his. He grins. He releases his grip on one of my hips, and I feel his hand between us. Then I hear the rustle of his metal belt before the teeth of his zipper. I expect to feel the head of his length against my center, but I don’t.

Instead, I feel his thumb press against my clit.

Gripping the back of his neck with one hand and digging my nails into his shoulder with the other, I gasp. His lips twitch as he begins to move his thumb against my clit in sweet circles. When any part of him touches any part of me, it’s like all my nerve endings stand at attention.

My lips part, my eyes widen and watch him, unable to speak as he shifts his hand and sinks two fingers inside of me. My head falls backward, bouncing against the door as I shift my hips, lifting them to meet his touch.

Whimpering, I climb higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge, waiting… hoping to fall over. I want to come. I want him to make me come. I thought I would never see him again. I thought I wouldn’t come out of that house alive, yet I’m here, he’s here—we’re together.

“Please,” I exhale.

He hums but doesn’t speak, his fingers moving between my legs, his thumb circling that sweet little nub faster and faster, and then it happens. It’s so fast. It’s so consuming that I don’t even realize it’s happening until it’s happened. It’s done. I come, hard, my mouth open, but not a single sound escapes.

Rider shifts his face and leans forward. I feel his mouth touch the side of my neck, then he hums against my skin before he kisses up to my earlobe. His teeth nip me there before he speaks.

“You’re mine, Kyle. Only mine.”

“Yes,” I exhale.

I never thought I could want to belong to a man. Xavier traumatized me to no end, and although his threat is still out there somewhere… I can’t help but want to belong to this man. The way he makes me feel, the way he looks at me.

I’m not the same girl who fell in love with Xavier. I’ve changed, and I know what I want. It’s a man who will protect me. Who wants all of me and won’t hurt me. I think Rider is that man.

Maybe I’m being stupid and naïve, I’m not sure, but I also have never felt anything like this before in my entire life, and I’m going for it. I’m going for him. I’m lost in his eyes, my orgasm subsiding as his fingers shift from between me, and I feel the head of his length against my center.

Without a word, he buries himself inside of me. My body stretches, taking him completely inside of me, almost to the point of pain. But it’s a delicious pain. I would welcome this pain every single day of my life until the day I die.

“Rider,” I whisper.

I watch as his jaw clenches, and a muscle jumps in his cheek as his gaze searches mine. My entire body is trembling as I wait for him to speak. I’m not sure I want him to move, though. The way he is seated inside of me, the way his hips press against mine to keep my back firmly pinned to the wall.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I try to hide my smile, but it doesn’t work. I’m not sure I could ever hide my smile from this man. Gripping the back of his neck, I try to keep from begging for him to move. I love the way he fills me.

“Can you stay right here forever?” I chance asking.

He laughs softly. “I have done nothing on this earth to deserve you, Kyle,” he says.

I’m not sure how to respond to that. I want to tell him that he does deserve me, because he’s good. But something stops me. Maybe it’s because I know he would deny those words if I even tried to say them.

“But fuck me if I don’t want to keep you forever, baby. Just like this.”

He doesn’t allow me to respond. Instead, he slams his mouth against mine in a hard, owning kiss before he begins to move.

Even if I wanted to respond, the words escape me.

I can only feel.

Andboy, what a sensation.

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