Page 86 of Rough Ride

“Ohhh,finally,” I moaned in the hotel room. “I’ve been thinking about this since the shower.”

“I’ve been thinking about it longer,” he gritted out. Like he was using all of his concentration to go slowly, rather than holding me down and fucking me with every ounce of energy he had.

“Since the car?” I asked.

He grunted above me. “Since you handed me that fucking flier.”

I felt a moment of surprise that he had waited this long, had beenthinkingabout it this long, but then he pushed up off me. He was kneeling upright, knees on the sheets like he wanted to shift into doggy style position. I began following him, moving to my hands and knees, but he planted a hand between my shoulders and pushed me back down.

“I like you just like that,” he said, wrapping his hands around my waist.

I sighed with pleasure as he fucked me from behind, faster than before. My clit was on fire, desperate for any kind of friction, so I slid a hand up underneath me to relieve the pressure. A deeper moan bubbled up from my throat as I rubbed myself in time with his strokes. The angle was intense, but I was already warmed up from the shower and his tongue, that it wasperfect.

Sawyer pulled a hand away, then flashed it forward, smacking my ass again. The pain flared bright, morphing into a deeper pleasure. I clamped my pussy tightly around his hard length, letting him know how much I loved it.

“Fuck, I love your ass,” he said, giving it a squeeze this time. “It’s perfect.”

“It’s yours,” I breathed, rubbing my clit with even more pressure.

“Goddamn right it is,” he said, the intensity in his voice rich with ecstasy.

But that wasn’t what I meant.

I thought about what he had said about playing games. He was a blunt man, and I assumed he appreciated the same thing in his women.

And I thought about the way he had eaten my ass without hesitation.

“No,” I said, twisting to look over my shoulder. He was a beautiful portrait of a man, tan and muscular and strong in all the best ways. “I said. My ass. Isyours.”

His eyes widened as he understood what I meant.

“If you want it,” I purred back at him with as much lust as I could add to my voice.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass cheek. “I’ve never done that before.”

“I have,” I replied truthfully. Giving him the bluntness I knew he cherished. “Don’t you want it?”

Sawyer’s eyes raked down my back, settling on my ass. I rubbed my clit faster, urged on by the desire that was impossible for him to hide.

He fell forward onto me, twisting my head around so he could kiss me again, rough and hungry. Then he pushed back into his previous position on his knees. I sighed as his cock left me, sliding against my inner thigh. Then his fingers squeezed both of my ass cheeks, fingertips moving inward, parting them to give himself access.

My breath quickened to match my pulse as his hips moved forward, the tip of his cock pressing firmly against my backdoor. The moment was so perfect, full of anticipation and desire. My entire body was tight like a wire, waiting for him to take what he wanted, my pleasure heightened by the fact that he had never done this before. That I would be his first.

He used a hand to guide himself in.

I was already slick from his rimjob, and his cock was coated with my own juices. I closed my eyes and relaxed, fingersslowing on my clit, moving to a calmer pace. Sawyer breathed deeply, then pushed into me with his weight.

The tip slid in with ease, and I let out a long sigh. There was something so sexy, soforbiddenabout anal sex. I didn’t know why it turned me on so much; I just knew that it did.

The groan of ecstasy Sawyer let out turned me on even more.

“Yeah?” I asked, twisting to look back at him. “You like that?”

“You’re so tight,” he said, brushing back the hair from his face while gazing down at me. His eyes were wide as he dragged them up my body, colliding with my own gaze. “You can handle it.”

It was part question, part statement. I responded with a long moan of permission, moving my fingers faster on my clit.

Sawyer started slow, adding more weight behind his cock, pushing deeper into my ass. But I was relaxed now, and he slid inside without any real resistance. One inch, two, then three—I took it all, moaning louder to tell him it was perfect, that it was exactly what I needed.

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