Page 78 of Filthy Hot

Leaning forward, I open my mouth, flatten my tongue, and I taste her entire pussy.

“Rider,” she moans.

Fuck.

Yes.

Burying my face in her pussy, I eat her. Her fingers flex in my hair, holding me tightly against her cunt. I watch as she rises on her elbows, her gaze fixed on mine. She watches me eat her, and I swear to fucking God, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

I release my grip on her thigh long enough to grab ahold of her wrist, then guide her hand to her clit. She doesn’t hesitate. Kyle lifts her hips as her fingers move against her clit. My tongue joins, and as soon as it does, her entire body jolts.

Fuck. Yes.Again.

Her hips roll and buck against my mouth and her fingers. It’s sexy as fuck, and as much as I want to flip her over and fuck herhard from behind right now, I’m going to ensure she comes on my tongue first.

She can come on my cock in a few minutes.

I hum against her clit, and my tongue begins to flick and move faster as she climbs closer and closer to her climax. When it hits her, she gasps, almost as if it comes by surprise. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted, and every muscle in her body freezes, including her hand against her clit.

I don’t stop, though. I continue to lick her, tasting her release until there is nothing left. Reaching between us, I unbuckle, unzip, and shove my jeans down past my ass, just enough to release myself.

“Rider,” she breathes.

My eyes slide closed at the way she says my name. Fuck me. It hits me right in the dick. I shift up her body and align myself with her center, then slowly slide inside of her. She adjusts to my invasion, her still-spaced thighs lifting upward as her legs wrap around my waist, and those beautiful thighs then squeeze me.

My gaze finds hers. Those eyelids are still lowered, and she looks fucking gorgeous. Placing my hands on either side of her face, I roll my hips, my pelvis grinding against her clit. She gasps, no doubt her clit still sensitive.

I’m not going to stop.

This is fucking perfect—sheis fucking beautiful.

Kyle’s arms wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh again, a bite that only makes me want to come faster. Rolling my hips, I keep my attention on her as I move, my chest pressed against hers.

I feel her tits against my T-shirt, and I wish I had taken it off. I want to feel her warmth against my bare body.

“You’re going to make me come again,” she moans.

Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers, my hips never stopping in their rhythm. “Good. Come all over my cock, Kyle. I want to feel you squeeze me to fuckin’ death.”

And I do want that. All of it. Wrapping one of my hands around the back of her neck, I grip her there as I shift my knees up slightly on the mattress to gain some traction. I hold the nape of her neck and continue to look into her eyes as I speed up my thrusts, moving harder and faster.

I want her there.

I want her to come all over me.

Kyle lifts her hips, her body bucking beneath mine. My rhythm is erratic at best, and I know when she’s about to tip over the edge because she cries out and her body begins to buck almost uncontrollably, and then she freezes.

I don’t stop, though, not until I’m tipping over the edge myself. When I come, I bury myself inside of her and fill her with my release. Her pussy pulses around me, and I groan, feeling her milk my balls dry.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a single woman could feel this good. That I would want only her, and nobody else on this fucking earth would exist, but that’s exactly how I feel, how she feels, and I never want this to end.

Not fucking ever.

KYLE

After he’s takenhis clothes off, Rider holds me, my naked body pressed close to his. I close my eyes and feel his fingers comb through my hair. I’m not sure what I’m expecting from him next, maybe anger, because once he realizes that I did what he told me not to do and left the clubhouse, he’s going to be pissed.

“Want to tell me what happened?” he asks.

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