Page 49 of Ride or Die
The tires spin for a moment, and then we’re off like a bullet. We speed up quickly as Colton smoothly shifts through the gears like it’s second nature to him. Because it is. Illegal or not, racing and cars are his thing.
My pulse accelerates, pounding in my ears. At first, I’m holding onto the holy shit bar, scared out of my mind. But then, something comes over me. A sense of calm and trust in him, and my god, the fucking thrill.
We are driving at dangerously high speeds, but I don’t care. At this moment, it feels like I’m flying. Adrenaline courses through me, making me giddy as all hell, and I laugh out loud, having the time of my life. He continues on the straight country highway, maintaining our high speed with a grin on his face.
Colt glances at me for a second, then reaches his right hand over and strokes my thigh. His hand creeps higher and higher, and I spread my legs wider for him, allowing his hand to caress my aching core over my panties. I’m no longer laughing but looking at him with pure desire.
He pushes my panties aside, easily inserting two fingers into me. A rush of electricity shoots through me from the thrill ofracing in his car, and his fingers fucking me while he maneuvers it.
This is so fucking hot. Dangerous as hell. But hot.
He spreads my wetness all over my clit, circling the sensitive nub. A knot tightens in my stomach. Between the vibrating car, his intoxicating scent, the fact it’s Colton fucking Hawthorne, and I’ve never had an experience like this in my life, I’m unraveling in such record time it borderlines on embarrassing. Within minutes, I come.
He smiles triumphantly towards the road as he listens to me cry out his name in ecstasy.
Pulling off the main road as I come down from my release, he slows the car to a stop on the shoulder, puts it in park, takes off his seat belt, and throws his seat all the way back. I take off my panties and immediately crawl into his lap, and our mouths collide.
He moans into my mouth, twisting his tongue expertly with mine. Our kiss is urgent and hungry. Desperation mixed with apology.
I’m about to fuck him here, in his car, in the middle of nowhere, and I am not going to regret a second of it.
I throw his hat into the back seat and run my hands through his thick hair, tugging a bit just to make him groan.
His fingers reach between us, eagerly fumbling with his belt and jeans, opening them just enough to expose his tented boxers. My hands move to his chest and his slide up my arms, pulling the straps and top of my dress below my tits. A low growl of approval vibrates in his chest when he sees I’m not wearing a bra.
Colt reaches up and gently caresses my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples and pulling. I throw my head back as he gropes my breasts, worshiping them before meeting my eyes.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he whispers as he takes my nipple in his mouth and flicks it with his tongue, maintaining eye contact.
I grind against his cock through his boxers, needing friction.
“Pull down your pants,” I demand.
He does as I say, never taking his eyes off mine. At my mercy, he pulls them down just enough to free his hard cock. I bite my lip as I look down at what I’m about to fuck. His perfect dick.
Goddamn. He’s all mine.
Colt smirks up at me like he read my mind. “He’s all yours, baby.”
He grabs my ass as I glide my wet pussy along his shaft, making both of us moan. I center myself over him, sliding all the way down his length. His eyes widen and his grip on my ass tightens.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs, his eyes widening as I wrap tightly around him, and I gasp.
Lost to the sensation, I start to rock on his cock, feeling him spread my ass cheeks every time I sink in towards him. Our rhythm is slow, but I don’t want slow. I want to fuck hard. I need to feel him so deeply, so intensely, that I don’t know where he ends and I begin. So I start to lift and drop myself onto him hard and fast, and he is happy to help by lifting my hips.
Up and down, in and out, this man reaches my deepest spaces.
“Oh my god. I love the way you fuck me,” he mumbles. I smile, knowing I’m giving him as much pleasure as he’s giving me.
Over and over, he hits my sweet spot, and I feel myself climbing higher and higher towards another release. I kiss him with everything I have. One of those sloppy, messy, tongues all over but I can’t fucking get enough of you kisses. Hungry, erotic tongue play. I bite down on his lip and drag it out with my teeth.
“Mmm, Colt. I’m going to come…” I whimper against his lips.
Digging his fingers into my hips, he forces my movements to still, then he reaches up, taking time to palm my tits, teasing my nipples to delay my orgasm. My head falls back, every twist and tug sending me spiraling, desperate to find my release. Sweat coats my skin, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he flicks his hips, hitting the mark.
“Ahh!” I cry out, bouncing on his dick again, riding him with abandon.
Topping me from the bottom, his hips meet my ass with every bounce. Waves of warmth spread through my entire body, making me tingle all over as I ride him. The pleasure is almost unbearable.
