Page 48 of Ride Hard
I shimmied out of my denim jacket, and Chaser tugged at my tank top as I pulled at his T-shirt. Material was dragged over my head, sending my hair everywhere, but I didn’t care. A half-naked alpha asshole was in front of me, his hands going straight for mybreasts.
He kneaded as I unhooked the clasp of my bra, then he was pinching my taut nipples, a look of absolute enrapture on his rugged face. He’d finally given in to whatever he’d been fighting, and the sight of Chaser letting loose had me almost creaming my panties on thespot.
“Shit,” he whispered, massaging my breasts. “Shit, shit,shit…”
“Don’t say anything,” I said. “Just scratch the itch, Chaser. Scratch ithard.”
Rubbing my palms over his abs, I dug my fingers into the hem of his jeans, desperately searching for a wayin.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, his lips finding mine. His movements quickened, and his cock felt rock hard, and I knew his desire matched mine. We shared the same hopeless, desperate desire to fuck our brains out. Not just with anyone, but with each other, or no one atall.
We fell onto the bed in a mess of hands and clothing, grinding against oneanother.
“Get it in me,” I exclaimed with a moan. “I need yourcock…”
Chaser threw my leg over his shoulder and curled his fingers underneath the hem of my jeans. He pulled, dragging the annoying material over my hips and down my legs, throwing my pants onto the floor. Forcing my legs open, he was between them in a flash, his trousers around his knees and his cockout.
There was no fingering, licking, kissing, or massaging to work up a sweat before the main event. We’d had an entire week of foreplay, arguing and fucking each other with our sharp words. It was enough to bear the brunt of his alpha asshole vibe to juice me up. That was animal magnetism in anutshell.
I barely glimpsed Chaser’s cock before I felt him pressing at my opening. I was so wet that when he thrust, he slid right in almost causing me to come on thespot.
My back arched off the mattress as his lips found my breasts, and his tongue laved my taut nipples. He pulled back, then was driving in once more, filling and stretching my body. His hands were masterful, his mouth weaving a pattern of unbearable desire as he sated the beast he’d kept cagedwithin.
He pounded into me, ramming into my clit over and over, the wet slapping of our bodies music to my ears. It was so hot, dirty, and fucking insane. A man had never had me like this. So desperately, socompletely.
Chaser fucked me like a man driven insane bylust.
I couldn’t withstand his touch for long, and I came hard, stars erupting across my vision. Chaser’s skin was flushed, his lips parted in ecstasy as he exploded deep in my pussy. Warmth spread as I took every drop, my body shuddering around his as I ground my clit against the base of hiscock.
We came down way too soon for my liking, and Chaser collapsed half on and half offme.
“Fuck,” he said, his breath hot against my neck. “I came inyou.”
“I’mprotected.”
He moaned, his fingers sliding through my seam and dipping into me. He felt himself in me, and his eyes rolled back slightly as hestroked.
“Do you like that?” Iwhispered.
His gaze found mine and held for a long time as his thumb circled my clit. Sparks of pleasure ricocheted through me as we lay there, the room full of the lingering tang ofsex.
“I’m so fucked,” he finallysaid.
Covering my body again, his lips found mine, and we kissed long and hard. Then his cock slipped into my pussy once more, and we ground the night away. I came three more times—one of those being on his tongue—before the itch of desire had finally beenscratched.
We were in so much trouble I didn’t even know where tobegin.
Nestling into his side as he drifted off to sleep, he never once pushed me away or spoke a harsh word. It was as if he’d finally resigned himself to the fact he gave a shit about me. Me, the upstart bitch with a mouth the size ofTexas.
I didn’t want to fall in love with Chaser, but I understood there was no choice. I would fall or Iwouldn’t.
Whoever he was, it didn’t matter. Whoever he might be was a moot point. When the heart got involved, all bets wereoff.
It was time to redraw the battlelines.
