Page 14 of Long Hard Ride
Listening to Shane’s peaceful breaths, I tiptoe closer and peer down. And all I want to do is stare. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I see him clearly. He’s... perfect. His jaw is just as chiseled while he sleeps. His full lips are just as kissable. Without his hat, his thick dark hair tumbles every which way.
Sleeping Hunk.
Sleeping Fuckmeister.
Sleeping Big Cock.
I laugh to myself, remembering last night. His long lashes flicker, and I bite my lip. I wish I could get closer to him without him turning me away. My eyes scan the blanket for any trace of morning wood.
Maybe I could give him pleasure while he’s sleeping?
Shane wouldn’t have time to stop me if his cock was already in my mouth when he woke up. I’m still half asleep, but I’m soaking just thinking about it. Visions of him jacking off flash through my brain as I slowly crawl up on the couch.
I stay at the far end and spread my knees so his feet are between them. Am I dreaming? What’s come over me? I can’t believe I’m doing this.
His eyes are still closed, so I slowly tug the bottom of the blanket, gently easing it down over his rippling, muscled chest. I’m breaking into a sweat. My hands tremble as I give the blanket another pull, gradually exposing more of Shane’s magnificent body.
His tight abs are so defined, they look like they’ve been painted on. My God, this is like opening a present.
I hold my breath, dragging the blanket down over his hips. I lightly yank it a little more as I bend, and I come face to face with his cock. My pussy pulses hungrily. Shane’s even bigger up close. His dick is so thick and long. He can’t be completely asleep, can he? As if reading my mind, I hear him softly moan,Brooke.
I check his eyes. They’re still closed, but hearing my name on his lips, helps me make up mind. I almost laugh again because I’m so fucking nervous.
Hands shaking, I carefully reach down and take hold of his beautiful cock. My heart beats a mile a minute as I run my tongue over his smooth, taut, velvet skin. His cock gets thicker and harder with every lick. Pre-cum beads around his swollen head, and I drag my tongue over it, lapping up the salty taste. I close my eyes and swirl my tongue around the head of the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.
Shane stirs, and I freeze, looking up. His eyes are still closed, so I stretch my mouth as far as I can to take in as much of him as possible. I spread my legs wider, begging for his cock. God, he tastes good. I close my eyes and stroke him, cupping his balls in my hand. Shane’s breathing gets heavier, the blanket shifts, and he moves.
I look up, and my heart stops as Shane’s stare blazes into mine. It’s a mixture of shock and pure dark lust. He clasps my head with both hands and roughly tunnels his fingers through my hair, letting me know to keep sucking.
“God.” His voice is jagged. “Just like that.” He groans, guiding my head and mouth with every pump.
This is the sexiest, naughtiest thing I’ve ever done. My pulse thunders and my thighs clench with a needy ache deep within my core. I think I might come without him even touching me. I eagerly swallow his cock deeper, meeting every thrust. “Mmm,” I hum.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Brooke,” he grunts, rolling his hips and fucking my mouth. “You’re dying for cock, aren’t you, baby girl?”
“Only yours,” I say, about to break apart. Shane shifts, and I moan in ecstasy as he bends and pulls me up. His massive arms wrap around me, and in a heartbeat his warm skin is on top of mine. I’m covered in his buttery leather smell, flat on my back on the other side of the couch. His enormous hard cock is wedged between my legs over my thin nightgown.
Our eyes lock, and a current of heat rips through me. “Oh, you’re going to get it now,” Shane husks. He takes my hands in his and brings them up over my head.
His chest rakes across my hard nipples, making my insides throb for his touch. He drops his eyes, taking me in. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps, “and you’re mine now.”
It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. “I’m burning,” I whisper. He narrows his eyes and grins.
“That’s a start.” He leans down, and I feel his warm breath against my cheek. His tongue licks, his teeth nip, and fiery kisses tease my neck. Holding me tight, he sucks all the way up to my ear. I’m so turned on and surprised, I can’t even speak. Every ounce of my being is focused on the way his lips are lighting fire after fire.
“I want you. I want you to be the one,” I whisper.
“Oh, Iamthe one, baby. There is no want anymore.” He slides his hand down between us and under my nightgown. His callused fingers find my sopping slit, and I almost come.
“That feels so good,” I shiver, groaning against his neck. He doesn’t say a word, but he’s breathing heavier, like he’s concentrating on every sensation. I feel his heartbeat against my chest as he cups my pussy over my panties and expertly strokes just the right spot. I’m almost there. My panties are so wet I can feel his touch right through them.
“Just like that...” I arch my hips, begging for more.
“Just like this?” His demanding tone shocks me, as he tucks his fingers under my panties and thumbs my clit. I’m trembling and whimpering. So many feelings are ripping through me it’s like my circuits are overloading. Shane rolls my clit under his thumb and pushes his massive fingers inside me. I cry out, rocking against him.
“Your cunt is so wet for me, little Brooke,” he growls, his breath against my ear. “Did it get that way when your pretty pink lips were wrapped around my cock?”
Fuck. I’ve never heard anyone talk like that. And no one has ever come close to touching me like this.
