Page 38 of Bound by Desire
Pushing my seat all the way back, I reach over and unlatchRylie’sbelt.
“What are you doing?”sheasks.
I grab her hand and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. She brings her hands to my chest hard, putting pressure on me,pullingaway.
Rylie’s breath catches, shock written on her face. She begins to speak, but I pull her down to my lips and take. She resists a bit, pressing on my chest, but I hold steady. Seconds later, she’s not resisting anymore. Quickly, I’m not taking anymore. No, she’s giving, and damn does she give. She clenches my shirt as the truck heats upquickly.
I learn two things very fast. One, Rylie is a hellcat. She takes what I give her and gives it back hard. Two, she’s hot for me. Burning so much her hips are grinding hard onmycock.
Squeezing her tit, she groans in my mouth. She tastes of cinnamon andsweetness.
Then she breaks away, heaving, her eyes looking deeply into mine,penetrating.
“You sure you want this, cowboy?” she teases, her body telling me she’sallin.
“Fuckyeah.”
“This means nothing. Just two people fucking. Got me?” shedemands.
Considering I don’t want to be in this town, I’m gameforthat.
“Gotit.”
She climbs off, taking off those fucking tight-ass shorts and her underwear, and pulling off her shoes. She comes back, her eyebrow quirked. “You havin’ second thoughts,bigman?”
“Fuck no.” I pull her down and kiss her again as she roams her hands over my body, each touch searing me and going straight to myhardcock.
She unbuttons my jeans. With swift maneuvers, I unleash my dick, wrap it, and slide inside of her. Her groan of pleasure is nowhere nearenough.
“Wanna hear youscream.”
“Make me,” shechallenges.
Gripping her hips, I shove in and out of her, her head hitting the ceiling of the truck. She groans, gripping my shoulders. Somehow, she finds leverage with her legs and uses them to slam down as Ipushup.
The feel, the friction, her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, I lose it. She loses it. Rylie comes hard and loud, screaming my name, then burying her head in my neck. Gripping her tight, I find my release. Our breathing ragged, my cock stilltwitches.
After long moments, Rylie’s body begins shaking. My first thought is she’s crying. I don’t have a fucking clue what that’s from. Then I hear it.Laughter.
She’slaughing.
“Babe, never had a woman laugh after I fucked herbefore.”
She lifts herself up, a smile on her face. “Not bruisin’ your ego, big man. Just didn’t have this planned fortheday.”
“Plans fuckin’ blow, Ry. And just sayin’, my cock still inside of you.” I press up, and her eyes become hooded. “Babe, it ain’t no laughin’matter.”
“Are you ready to go again?” she asks as Iharden.
“Fuckyeah.”
“Already?”
I set about showing her exactly how I can handleroundtwo.
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Pulling back into the gym,a weird vibe comes through the cab of the truck. We didn’t talk a whole lot, but it was comfortable. Not once did she clam up on me or get that quiet where women want more but aren’t saying anything. Never got that from her. If anything, she was relaxed andsated.
