Page 48 of Ride with the Devil

“No.” I pause. “You want me to ruin the surprise?”

“Go ahead, ace.”

“I got you a blow dryer and a… what’s it called? Diffuser thing? You kept saying it was a pain in the ass for your curls to air dry. So I got you that.”

Her eyes light up. “Good choice. But, yeah. That can wait. Especially since all I want for Christmas is to find out what you’ve been hiding in your jeans.”

It would be my pleasure.

My heart is pounding the entire way back to the basement. My cock is so ready to burst, it’s like it’s about to fuck its way out of the jeans I sleep in just to get to Kylie.

Her ass. I gulp. The beautiful, firm, luscious ass I’ve been dreaming of… I’m going to get to fuck it.

Christmas Eve was great, but this is going to be the best fucking Christmasever.

As soon as we reach the bottom, Kylie grabs the hem of her t-shirt. She hefts it up, pulling it over her head.

My mind momentarily goes blank.

“Naked.” It comes out strangled. “You’re naked.”

She winks. “I told you. I prepped for this.”

I have no idea what any of that means, but if she’s naked, then, fuck, I better get naked, too.

Kylie has already seen everything I have to hide. I’ve watched her eyeing the key on my chain curiously, though she hasn’t brought herself to ask the meaning behind it yet. She raged over my brand, earning her a permanent place in my heart for caring about younger me as much as she did. My tally marks, too, and my devil.

In fact, she’s right. The only part of me I’ve kept hidden-for my own goods-was my cock.

That changes now.

My poor dick is so hard, I send silent apologies over to Kylie even as she squeals in approval over what she sees reaching out for her. She went to all this trouble as a gift for me, but if I last more than a minute, I’ll be surprised. It’s not even about fucking her, though I’d be lying if I said her loophole isgenius. I want that connection with her. I want to fill her up with my come, getting a part of me as deep inside of her as she’s already wormed her way into me.

Condom? Seriously? Even if Burns’s did keep protection in the cabin, I would’ve refused. I want to feel Kylie. I want toknowKylie.

And as she climbs on the cot, going up on her hands and knees, a bead of pre-come slicks the head of my cock.

That won’t be enough. Whether she’s used to getting her ass fucked or not, or if she managed to stretch herself out toget ready for this, I’ve watched enough anal porn to know that, without enough lubricant, I will hurt her.

So maybe I pour too much as I position myself behind her. Better safe than sorry, though Kylie does squirm as I slather the chilly lube up and down the crack of her ass.

“Get it in there. Make sure I’m nice and slick. It’ll make it better for both of us.”

“I want you to feel good,” I promise.

“I will. Just… I saw that snake you’ve been hiding from me, ace. I know I said you can have my ass, but please don’t think you can fit all that in me. Stick with, like, an inch or two for this first time, would you?”

I bend over her, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. “If it makes you happy, I’ll give you just the tip, baby. Just to know what it’s like.”

Just to make hermine.

Kylie arches her back. “I think I can take a little more than the tip.”

I guess we’ll see.

“You ready?”

She digs her hands into the cot. “Whenever you are.”

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