Page 87 of Rough Ride

“You like that?” he asked.

My cheek rubbed against the sheets as I nodded.

“Tell me,” he commanded, giving my ass another slap, harder than before. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like. Your cock. In my ass,” I gritted out.

“Good,” he purred, smacking the other cheek now. “Because I. Love. Fucking. Your. Ass.”

The pleasure was intense, a nuclear bomb beginning to consume me from the inside out. I opened my mouth and tried to tell him again how much I loved it, howdeepin my ass his cock was, but all that came out was a ragged moan of intense ecstasy.

Then Sawyer fell forward on top of me again, teeth scraping against my neck as he breathed, “I’m going to come in your ass.”

“Oh please,” I begged. “Come in my ass.”

“It’s so deep in your ass,” he gritted out as he slammed into me with unrestrained lust.

“So. Fucking. Deep.”

“Sophie,” he gritted out, and I couldn’t tell if it was a prayer or a curse. “Sophie!”

“I’m coming,” I practicallyscreamedas my body was obliterated by overwhelming pleasure scouring every nerve ending in my body. “Ohhhh fuck, I’m coming!”

“Come for me,” he growled into my ear, taking hold of my free hand and holding it down on the bed. “I’m going to come with you.”

“Come with me!” I cried out.

“Beg for it,” he said, pace quickening as he fucked me.

I couldn’t take my fingers away from my clit—I would die if the bliss ended. “Please, ohpleasecome with me.”

“Where?” he cried out, face red with effort as he nibbled at my ear. “Tell me where.”

“In my ass!” I screamed for him. “Come in my ass, Sawyer, please come in my ass, I need it so deep, hurry…”

He wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my waist, like a python that wanted to squeeze me to a shuddering, shaking finish. Then the hand around my waist bulled its way lower, knocking my hand away and taking possession of my clit. Now we were both crying out, voices ragged as his hard length exploded inside my ass, trembling as he pushed as deep into my forbidden hole as he could, extending my own eviscerating climax until my throat was hoarse and neither of us could move.

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Sawyer

Holy.

Fucking.

Christ.

There was no better feeling in the world than when a woman stared into your eyes and surrendered, giving herself to you.Allof herself, holding nothing back. She was putty beneath my hands, allowing me to mold her however I wanted.

I took immense pleasure in dominating Sophie.

Holding her down.

Making her come first with my mouth and fingers.

Then making her come again with my cock, whichachedfor her.

And she was into every sweaty second of it.

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