Page 83 of Hell or High Water

My hands held her still, and her eyes seemed to plead with me.

“You can grind on my cock to get off, but I want to feel it bare when you do,” I told her. “Go to the bedroom. You can ride me on the bed while I lie there and watch.”

She scrambled off my lap, making me grin.

If she was on top, then I wouldn’t lose my head and sink my dick into her tight heaven. The thought of her blood on my dick made me leak pre-cum as I stood and followed her into the other room.

When she turned to look back at me for direction, it fed the damn animal taking over my goddamn soul.

“Get your clothes off. I want you riding me naked.”

Her gaze dropped to my hands as I unzipped my jeans, and then she licked her lips while she panted. That was why she was riding me. The more she looked at my cock like she wanted it, the harder it was not to give it to her.

Kicking my jeans aside, I strode over to the bed and stretched out, enjoying the view of Montana while she walked over and climbed onto the bed. Her gaze traveled down my body, making my cock twitch.

I reached over and ran a finger along her slit. She made a small noise in her throat while she stared down at my hand between her legs. I coated my finger with her wetness, then brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean.

She lifted her knee and spread her legs as she moved to straddle me. I held my breath, waiting for the hot, wet heat to slide on my cock. The moment it did, I groaned and grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

This time, she needed no direction. Her body knew what it wanted, and she began to rock against me like a fucking pro. With her back arched, her tits out, and sexy sounds coming from her full lips, I was lost.

She started going faster, causing her tits to bounce. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Her innocence, mixed with the sexy, tempting beauty rubbing her pussy on my dick, did it for me. I’d never have imagined that it would because I’d been with some kinky bitches.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured.

She cried out and went up further, causing my tip to rub against her entrance.

“Oh God.” Her moan was deep and throaty as her eyes locked with mine. The invitation was there. She did it again, then ground hard against me.

Fuck, she was driving me crazy.

I reached up and grabbed one of her breasts. “Quit begging me with your eyes.”

She panted as she looked down at me. “But I want it to be you.”

Fuck, don’t say that.

She slowed her movements. “Please, Than.”

As she stared down at me with her hooded eyes, I thought of her being like this with another man. Begging him. He’d take it. Sink into her.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back while I hovered over her. “I don’t have a condom, but I’m clean.”

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, opening her legs for me.

I was transfixed at the view she’d given me. Pink, perfect, and glistening with her desire. I’d be the first man to know how she felt. Taking my cock, I ran it over her folds.

“You sure?” I asked, already knowing there was no way I was going to stop.

“Yes.”

I stopped as the head touched the entrance, and like before, I pressed it in slowly, but this time, I kept going. She whimpered when I came to the virgin barrier.

“Does it hurt?” I asked through clenched teeth, trying not to rip through it and roar like a damn maniac.

“A little, but it also feels good,” she said with a pant.

I rested my forehead against hers. The heat of our breaths mingled, but I didn’t allow my lips to touch hers. Then I thrust hard. Her sharp cry was drowned out by the growl that tore from my chest as my cock sank all the way into fucking nirvana. Tight walls squeezed me as I tried to be still and let her adjust.

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