Page 40 of Rough Ride

My climax was rapidly approaching when he reached down and snatched my wrist, pulling my fingers away from my clit. I groaned impatiently, but then he grabbed my other wrist and pinned both of them together against the cabinet above my head. The fire was burning so hot within me, so damncloseto the release I needed and was denied. Yet his hard length felt so good slamming into me, inch after stiff inch teasing every nerve ending inside my inner walls.

And then his free hand slid down, fingers taking over where mine had been stopped.

My mouth fell open and a long moan filled the trailer as he rubbed my clit. Every stroke of his cock synced up with one rotation of his fingertips, like he knew exactly what I wanted. The ecstasy was powerful, nearly forcing my eyes shut, but I managed to keep them open as he drilled me on the countertop. I was helpless beneath his grasp, arms held above my head while he circled my clit with his fingers. I wasn’t used to surrendering like this. To being totally,completelyunder the control of a man.

It unlocked something within me, deep and primal. The orgasm rose like a tidal wave, cresting for what felt like forever.

And then it crashed.

I cried out as ecstasy flooded my body, more intense than I ever thought was possible. Johnny’s eyes widened as he drank in the sight of my pleasure, fingers never slowing as my orgasm went on and on, fueled by the now fervent drive of his cock. The whole trailer was shaking, utensils rattling off the counter and plates clinking together in the cabinet, but all of my senses were focused on the beautiful portrait of a man who had me completely under his control, and the mindless drive of our bodies.

“Johnny!” his name slipped from my throat along with my cries.

His fingers tightened on my wrists, still holding my arms above my head. “So… Soph…” He couldn’t get my full name out, no matter how much he looked like he wanted to. His crystal blue eyes bore into me, our souls connecting for a few beautiful seconds while my ecstasy transformed into his. Johnny’s thrusts became frantic, erratic, driven by need more than conscious thought.

And then he came to pieces within me, cock shuddering with delicious release. I clamped my inner walls around him, wanting to make myself even tighter as he came. Every muscle in his body contracted at once: the biceps next to my face, the pecs and abs and those tendons in his neck going taut right before my eyes. I threw my legs around his body once more, pulling him in, holding him as close as I could while he spent himself.

“Jesus,” he said, chest heaving and sweat trickling down the side of his cheek. He finally released his grip on my wrists, relenting control back to me. “Sophie, I…”

“Me too,” I said, lacing my fingers into his blond hair and pulling him into a rough kiss. I felt like I had sprinted a mile.

When the kiss ended, I finally looked around the trailer. The space was small, but quaint. Dusty hadn’t needed to be sexiled; he was curled into a yellow ball on a dog bed on the floor, oblivious to the fierce lovemaking that had just occurred.

“He seems used to this,” I said with a smile. “You must do this often.”

Johnny’s chest rumbled with laughter. “I promise I’ve never donethatbefore.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never had sex in front of Dusty?”

“I’ve done the act,” he replied. “But never like that.”

“Like what?”

He brushed his lips against mine. “That was crazy. Unrestrained. I’ve had sex in front of Dusty before, but all those times were like a trickle of water. This?” His hand slid down my waist and along my thigh. “This was a roaring waterfall. Niagara Goddamn Falls.”

“I am indeed as wet as can be,” I said with a grin. “God, that was exactly what I needed tonight.”

Johnny’s smile returned, tinged with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “Don’t talk about it in the past tense.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he replied, “I’m not done with you yet.”

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Sophie

Johnny stepped back, forcing me to unclench my legs from around his waist. I sighed with sadness as he slid out of me, hating the empty, hollow feeling that remained. But then he crouched down, grabbing my thighs with both hands and spreading me wide.

“Ohhh,” I moaned as he buried his face in my pussy. I grabbed a handful of his hair, squeezing and holding him against me.

“You’re fuckingsoaked,” he growled into me.

“That’s your fault,” I managed to get out. His tongue was sliding up and down my slit, like he was trying to devour me for dessert. “You’re doing things out of order, you know. Eating me outafterfucking me.”

He paused long enough to smile up at me from between my thighs. “I couldn’t delay earlier. I needed to be inside you. But now?” The smile deepened. “Now I can take my time and treat you properly.”

Johnny returned to his task, tongue gliding across my clit before returning to my swollen pussy lips. I sighed and luxuriated in the way he ate me out. Some men treated it likea chore, a hurdle to overcome before actual sex. But the way Johnny’s mouth was moving against my sex? It was like this was the best part of his day, the thing he had been waiting for all along.

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