Page 90 of Filthy Hot

“I’m fine here, Rider. Nobody bothers me, and you’re always right next to me.”

“I wish I could always be inside of you,” I murmur against her mouth.

She smiles, lifting her head slightly, her eyes focused on mine. “I’d like that,” she whimpers.

Raising my hand between us, I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her lounge shorts. Her breath washes over my face as my hand dives farther into her shorts, her panties, and then I cup her pussy with my palm.

“Rider,” she breathes.

“Ride my hand, baby. Show me how badly you want me inside of you. Come on my hand, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

Kyle shivers, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she begins to do exactly what I’ve ordered. Her hips move, rolling above me, her lips almost touching mine as she slowly, gently, expertly takes what she needs from me.

She’s riding my hand the same way she rides my dick, and it’s fucking beautiful. I watch her, my eyes taking in all of her. I wish she were naked right now, but I know she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are hard, and her tits sway with each roll of her hips beneath my T-shirt that she’s wearing.

She lifts her hands, her nails digging into my shoulders as she begins to grind her clit down against my palm. Her jaw is clenched, her eyes focused on mine, and she takes.

I watch her.

She is fucking beautiful like this.

Selfish and raw, taking what I give her and not asking for any more. Not that she needs to. I will always give her what she needs, but also what she wants in anything.

Perfection.

Always.

“Are you going to come on my hand, baby? Give me everything I want?”

She moans, her body breaking out in goose bumps, then she lets out a sigh and moves a little faster, a little harder. A light sheen of sweat breaks out all over her face. Her muscles are taut, so I know she’s close. But I can tell she’s starting to get frustrated. She wants me to bring her over the edge.

She’s used to me giving her exactly what she needs, but I want her to take right now. “Kyle,” I grind out through clenched teeth.

Her eyes open a little wider and focus on me. “You’re right there. Give it to me, baby. Come for me. Soak my hand.”

That’s what she needed. Her lips part, she gasps, and then she trembles as she comes, and she does, indeed, soak my hand. Her fingers grip my shoulders still, her nails likely causing the skin to break. She’s got them embedded so fucking deeply into my flesh, but I don’t give a fuck. I hope I bleed.

Bleeding for her is worth it, no matter the cause.

She reaches for my pants, and at the same time, I’m tugging hers down when there is a loud bang on the bedroom door. We both pause, shifting our attention to the door, expecting it to open, but it doesn’t. Instead, King’s voice booms from the other side.

“Stop fucking. We need to get to the hospital. Ryan is in labor.”

“Okay,” I call out. “On our way.”

Our gazes find one another’s, and Kyle licks her lips, her fingers wrapped around my hard cock. “Can we do it fast?” she asks, her body aching for a second orgasm.

And this right here is just another reason why I’ve fallen in love with this girl. I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and tug her face close to mine. Touching my lips to hers, I growl against her mouth.

“Fuck, yes, I can make this fast. And we’ll both get there.”

And we do. Her for a second time, me for the first. Then we throw on some clothes and rush down to the hospital to be there for the birth of our friends', our family’s, baby.

Never put much thought into babies and relationships until now, but I watch my brothers fall in love, having babies, and now I'm on my way to doing the same. The love part is there. We just need to continue going forward with the rest of it.

I can’t fucking wait for what is coming next.

I want everything with Kyle. Every-fucking-thing.

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