Page 10 of Long Hard Ride
Chapter Five
I’m not going to beable to stop myself. Her kisses are like lightning and hot sugar. With every touch, she tugs on the very last bit of resolve I have. Her cherry kisses and sweet moans are fucking unraveling me.
I’ve never felt this way before—never experienced a kiss like this. Lord have mercy, I’m in trouble.
In one more second, I’ll be laying her out on this couch, reaching under her black dress, and tearing her panties off.
Christ, she’s in mourning, and I’m taking advantage of her—or am I? Despite her age, Brooke’s not a juvenile. She’s been kissed before and is a goddamn expert at it.
Her ripe tits press against me. Her long legs spread around me, I’m breathing in cake, and sunshine, and ... Jesus. This woman. She’s grinding her hot cherry pussy against my thick cock, and fuck, I’m going to lose it.
I knew she’d be sweet and lovely, but not perfect. Not better than any dream.
I’m a fucking caveman, wanting to spread her legs and bury my face in her sweet cherry juice. This little filly needs to be licked and sucked, but good. I’ll have her bucking against my tongue and crying out my name in no time.
“I love kissing you,” she pants, her eyes filled with heat. My heart thrashes in my chest as she finds my tongue again and sucks on it. I’m fucking her sweet, hot mouth, feeling my cock bang against my zipper, ready to pulverize that little cherry. If I don’t stop this right now, in another second I’ll fucking destroy any trace of her virginity and claim her asmine.
It’s fucking torture, but I gently pull away from her lips. “We’re breaking our rule. This isn’t a good idea.” I take a breath, willing my cock to back the fuck off. “You’ve been through a lot today.”
Her brown eyes flash with hurt. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
“It isn’t that.” I peel her hands off my neck. She knows damn well I want to do more than kiss her. She’s been humping my goddamn cock for all it’s worth. I’m so fucking hard and ready to rip through her sticky little panties, I could bust through steel.
“Then what?” She climbs off me, sounding dejected, exactly how I didn’t want her to feel. For a second, I’m tempted to clasp my hands around her silky thighs and pull her right back on top of me. Even with her mascara smudged and her hair in tangles, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“We’ll be getting divorced soon,” I remind myself as much as her. “After that, we’ll cut ties. This just isn’t right.”
“Kissing me isn’t right?” she asks, eyes blazing. “Are you afraid of me, Shane? Is that what it is? Because there is no way you don’t like kissing me.” She touches her swollen lips, and my cock senses a new home. It lurches, wanting to fuck her mouth until my cum spurts down her throat.
“We’ve already talked about this,” I growl, pissed off that I have to keep repeating myself. “We don’t want to make things more complicated than they already are. I’m also much too old for you.”
“How, exactly, do you know I’m too young for you if you never let me get close?”
“I’m supposed to be protecting you, not taking your goddamn virginity.” I need to keep my focus. But how can I, when she makes me lose my fucking mind? “I’m sorry if I—”
“Save it.” She shakes her head. “I’m sure Steve and I will get back together. We always do.”
Fuck, the last thing she needs is that idiot back in her life.
“I don’t need your pity,” she mutters, getting up from the couch.
“Brooke,” I say, watching her gather up her shoes. “Brooke.” I rise, not wanting to hurt her, especially today of all days.
Finally, she swivels to me. “I’m not listening anymore.” Her eyes are brimming with a whole lot of pissed-off fire. “And please sleep out here tonight.” She storms out of the room. The bedroom door slams.
Well, shit. I sink back into the couch and scan the room for something to distract me from my aching hard-on.
