Page 42 of Ride or Die
Slowly, I slip her bottoms down her legs, and her eyes light up. Wide awake now, she sits up and pushes me down, straddling my hips. As she peels off her tank top, I reach up totouch her perfect tits, flicking my thumbs over her hard nipples. Her bare pussy grinds on my dick, making me so hard it hurts.
I fight the urge to lift her up and slam inside as she leans down and kisses me deeply. My eyes roll back as she grinds against me, her tongue circling mine, sucking on it. My arms wrap around her, holding her close to me, feeling her soft chest against mine.
“Mm, hello to you too, babe,” I mumble, gripping her hips tightly and looking up at her.
She moans as she sits up, feeling my length separate her lips, spreading her wetness all over me.
The head of my cock teases her sensitive little nub, and a seductive smirk tilts her lips as she languidly glides along every inch of me. I barely have time to breathe before she takes my dick and centers herself over me. Thank god she’s on the pill now, because I don’t think I could ever go back to wearing condoms with her.
My entire body stiffens as Layla slides down my shaft until I’m balls deep. Her bare pussy drives me wild. Her hands rest on my chest as she stills for a second, feeling me stretch her. When she starts to lift her hips up and down, I grab hold of her to help. Finding her rhythm, Layla picks up her pace, crying out when I hit that sweet spot deep inside.
Fuck, she looks so gorgeous. I could bust a nut just at the sight of her tits bouncing above me as she pleasures herself on my dick.
I bite my lip to contain myself, palming her tits and slamming my hips up every time she comes down on me, hitting her even deeper.
My god, I need to fuck her hard.
I growl and lift Layla off me, flipping her onto her hands and knees. I’ve never fucked her from behind before. All I ever wanted was to make love to her and watch her face as she came. Icouldn’t get enough of it. Still can’t. But tonight, I want to watch her fine ass jiggle as I slam into her over and over again.
I run my hand possessively down her spine and over her ass, giving her a light smack. She moans and bucks her hips back.
Oh, she likes that.
“You're going to love being fucked like this, baby,” I mumble.
“Please,” she begs.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I slam into her, making her scream.
“Holy fuck, Colt!”
The beast inside me takes over, and I start pummeling her pussy. She feels so good wrapped around me, and the way her ass jiggles every time I pound into her is so fucking hot. She is my dream girl, and everything about her is perfect. I can’t help myself. I slap her ass and she bucks back against me again.
Fuck, that feels good.
“Oh. My. God,” she cries out. “This is so good! Do it again,” she demands. I slap her ass again and again and again as she cries out in ecstasy. My naughty girl loves a little pain with her pleasure. Good to know.
“Mmm, fuck,” I growl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and making her back arch. My other hand grips her ass as I continue to roughly pound into her, the sound of our flesh smacking filling the room. She starts to rock back on me, her ass slamming into my pelvis every time I sink into her.
“Ooooh, Colt...it’s so good,” she whimpers.
Layla may think she’s inexperienced, maybe in the number of partners and time having sex, but she's a natural. A fucking goddess in the sack.
“Yes baby, so fucking good,” I groan. I reach around and start circling her clit, feeling her walls tighten around me.
It is mere seconds before she’s quivering, legs shaking between mine. My fingers dig into her flesh as we come together,gracing me with what is probably the most intense orgasm of my life. Throw in the hair pulling and ass smacking, and it was mind-blowing.
Layla collapses onto the bed beneath me, breathing heavily. I lie down on top of her, needing to feel her naked body against mine. Kissing her shoulder, I roll us onto our sides. She turns towards me, her upper leg wrapping around my waist. Her sated eyes meet mine, our bodies pressing together as we come down from our high. My lips make their way to her mouth, and I kiss her like my life depends on her.
Because now, it does.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
THE TEXT MESSAGE
LAYLA
