Page 13 of Long Hard Ride
No one has ever held me the way he did in the living room when I was crying. No man has evercradledme like that.
I’m wide awake. There’s no going back to sleep now. Shrugging off the covers, I climb out of bed and creep down the hall.
Is he washing clothes at this hour? The light from the laundry room’s open door floods the dark hallway, and I follow it.
“Fuck, fuck.”
I hear Shane’s hoarse voice and freeze.
What the hell?
I creep closer to the door. The sounds Shane is making become clear, and the realization that my man of steel is getting himself off five feet away has my pussy tingling. Every inch of me is on high alert. Desire and excitement pulse through my veins as I take another step. I hold my breath and cautiously peek through the door’s narrow opening.
Fuck.I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Shane’s leaning against the dryer. His big, rough hand is clasped around his massive cock. I’ve never seen a cock in person before. And the dicks I’ve seen on porn sites didn’t look like his.
I stare, wide eyed, and take a thick shallow breath. Shit, how would that feel inside me? It’s big and girthy and so long and stiff.Heaven.That’s what his cock would feel like inside...heaven, once I got used to the size.
Fiery sparks ping through my veins. My nipples get harder every time they rub against my nightie’s silky fabric.
The gray hoody I threw in the dryer is going around and around. The zipper rattles against the inside of the machine. But the only sounds burning my ears are Shane’s throaty groans as he pants, stroking his cock into a frenzy. I clench my thighs, feeling my pussy get wet as the heat pools between my legs.
And... oh fuck.
Is that what I think it is? My eyes lock on the fabric in in his hand. It takes a second to register what I’m seeing. But... oh my God. He’s jacking off on my panties.
Holy shit. Shane wants me. Hedoeswant me, just as much I want him. Why didn’t he give in tonight when we kissed? Why did he have to push me away?
I know it’s wrong to be invading his privacy like this, it’s so wrong... or is it? I mean, I’m sort of there with him. Those are my panties around his dick. Shit. I’m paralyzed and can’t stop watching. Shane’s eyes are closed as his big rough hand strokes his needy cock.
My pussy pulses, my body’s on fire. I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. And the sounds—it’s like his grunts and moans have a direct line to my pussy.
I don’t want him to know I’m here. Hecan’tknow I’m here. Trembling, I lift my nightie and move my hand to my throbbing pussy. I bite my bottom lip, not making a sound, and spread my juices all over my pussy lips. Staying as quiet as possible, I swirl my fingers around and around my slippery clit. I suck in a gasp, rubbing faster and faster, watching Shane’s hand go up and down his thick shaft.
Shane’s corded forearm works his hand faster. Smacks and slick wet-skin sounds fill my ears, and I’m panting.
“Fuck me,” he groans, and I can tell he’s going to come any second, just like me. I turn my head away from the door, rubbing my clit harder. I come right back to the sight, and fuck, I’m almost there. I stroke.
“Cover me with that sweet cherry juice, baby girl,” he growls under his breath. And I fucking lose it. I bite back a yelp, still rubbing my clit, and double over with a climax that almost breaks me in two. I stifle a moan, orgasming again, and again, coming to the sound of Shane murmuring, “Come on my dick.”
Shane lets out a hungry groan and throws his head back.
The move snaps me to my senses, and I duck around the corner. Shit. He almost caught me staring. I scurry back to bed and climb under the covers.
My heart is pounding a mile a minute. My pussy is soaked and still pulsing from the orgasm that almost knocked me off my feet. I adjust my pillow and stare up at the ceiling, listening to my heartbeat normalize. Then it starts beating wildly again.
Shane West desires me.
Shane West wants to fuck me.
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I’VE BEEN TOSSING ANDturning all night. I’m so restless I can’t keep my eyes closed. I rest my head back on the pillow and close my eyes. The image of Shane working his gorgeous cock in the laundry room comes rushing back.
He wants me too,and it’s lonely in this room without him. I scramble out of bed and slip into my bathrobe. I left my phone in the kitchen so I don’t know what time it is, but it’s early—the sun isn’t even awake yet.
Shane might already be at work, but if he isn’t, I don’t want to wake him. My heart races as I sneak down the dark hallway. Slowly, I turn the corner into the living room, and my heart skips a beat. There he is. I can make out his body on the couch.
I hold my breath, careful not to make a sound and silently sneak past my easel to the sofa. I can’t believe he’s still home.
