Page 14 of Ride 'Em Hard
Tightening my grip,I stroke my cock—up and down. I’m inside her, sucking on her nipples so hard it almost hurts her, but she loves it. Lexi sighs, and the sound shoots through me. She takes a deep breath in, and then lets it out, and I’m right there with her—up and down, up and down—watching.
My balls are ready to empty. I stroke faster, rubbing the pre-cum over my cock’s swollen head with my thumb, making it slick and wet the way Lexi is.
My heartbeat is slamming out of my chest.
The want for her is killing me. I’ve never wanted a woman so much. I’m helpless, about to shoot my wad just looking at her.
Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.I watch her breathe through her pouty lips.Fuck.Her mouth is partially open and I can feel her wrapping her lips around me and sucking me dry. I’m stroking faster and faster, putting my shoulder into it, the skin-on-skin slapping sound of my hand on my dick filling the room.
Up and down, up and down,I’m losing my fucking mind for her.Up and down.She’ll fuck me so hard with that juicy cunt, she’ll scream, “Fuck me harder, Chase, harder, harder, fill me up.”Upanddown, upanddown, upanddown.
Faster, faster, I’m almost there. Fuck me, Lexi. Fuck me. I stroke my shaft. Oh... fuck. FUCK. A long rope of cum shoots against the door. Oh...FUCK.My cum keeps pumping. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah. I clench and shake, feeling the world explode around me and thinking only of her.
Chapter Seven
Chase is standing infront of the window, giving me a good angle on his perfect profile. This, what I’m gawking at, right here, is why the man makes millions. He doesn’t have to do a damn thing. People pay good money to see him just standing the way he is, deep in thought, his legs spread and arms folded across his chest.
Whatever Chase is looking at outside—a loose cow?—has his attention. Which is fine because I’m getting a thrill out of spying on him. Quietly, I pull the warm covers up to my chin and adjust my head on the pillow.
Shit. How close did I get to banging him last night? I’ve never had a one-night stand. Never even felt close to as turned on as I was with him. What’s gotten into me? Am I suddenly a slut now? I would’ve begged him to fuck me.
Chase’s chiseled features are lit up in the golden morning light. The stubble from yesterday has grown in a little thicker. He angles his head to get a better look out the window, and when he does, I catch a glimpse of his right eye, glistening and sparkling like a polished gem. God, is he beautiful.
And, it’s embarrassing to admit, even sleep couldn’t keep me away from him. I must’ve been dreaming about him all night, because I’m still soaking wet for him. Chase turns, and I catch my breath. He’s caught me. Crap. Is he going to just take off his clothes and fuck me now? Am I going to let him? This man... Jesus. I’m undone, done, want to be done, want him to do me. I can’t even think straight.
Those crystalline eyes capture mine. There’s no way I can pretend I’m still sleeping. My cheeks are pulsing. “I-I...” I forgot what I was going to say. I’m sure I’m beet red, stuttering like an idiot. Shit. “I—”
“I was just about to wake you up.”
“Oh?” I suck in a gulp, straightening up. Chase’s worn boots click against the wood floor as he steadily approaches me with all the confidence in the world. He’s the living embodiment of that song, “Sexy and I Know It.” I swear my heart is going to jump out of my chest.
He sits on the bed, and I instinctively lean back against the headboard, trying to move as far away from him as possible. But there’s nowhere to hide. And no way to ignore the heat racing from my nipples to my thighs. The mattress creaks under his weight, and I’m frozen as I take in the massive shoulders hidden under his blue plaid shirt.
He lays a sexy grin on me, taking all the time in the world. “I want you too,” he says out of nowhere.
Jesus, am I that obvious?
