Page 11 of Riding Rough

Bending in, he kisses my thighs, and bites his way toward my pussy. I’m ready… for all of him. Every drop.

His rough hand squeezes my breast, and he buries his head between my legs. His licking sends waves of anticipation over me. Blood roars in my ears and I run my fingers through his hair, forcing him in deeper.

My hips rise from the mattress, and I thrust into his face, grinding against his beard. I’m not sure what I ever believed this would feel like, but I’m overwhelmed.

He’s licking, sucking, growling, and devouring me, as though he’s been dying and my body’s the cure for whatever poison he has left in him from a life of sin.

He lifts his head. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

I sigh, unable to form words, but he continues.

“I want to watch that pretty little mouth when you come. Can you do that for me? Can you come on my tongue?”

I twitch with excitement, my clit throbbing against his chin until I’m inadvertently grinding against his face and screaming out for release.

This sound makes him work harder, faster, more precisely. Unexpectedly, he slides his thick fingers inside, and thrusts as he eats me.

I don’t think there’s a man on Earth that’s ever touched a woman with such desire.

My orgasm is close. I grip his shoulders and grind against his beard, scrubbing desperately until all at once, I release in a slow steady wave of ecstasy, screaming out his name.

Kane laps up my excitement and slides his tongue against the opening before growling and climbing up from the bed. “Fuck… you sounded good, and you tasted even better. Now… bring that tight, pink pussy here.” He motions for me to straddle his cock as he sits in the chair. “I want to hold you while you come. Sit like a good girl.”

Good girl?Am I his good girl? I want nothing more than to be this man’s good girl.

He sits back in the chair and grips my hips as I lower myself onto his thick cock. The head slides past my opening and his arms wrap around me tight. His hot breath is on my shoulder as his teeth scrape across my neck. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.”

The words have barely left his lips and my pussy is merely an inch onto his cock when a heavy hit slams on the door and my father’s voice echoes behind it.

Chapter Eight

Kane

The stench of come is like no other. It’s hot and thick. Salty and sweet. There’s no way to hide it.

Amber spins around and stares at me with wide eyes. I hate that this was our first experience together.

“What do we do?” she whispers. “Should I hide?”

“No. I told him I was here with you. He probably came to check.”

“It’s two in the morning. Why would he be here to check on me?”

Truthfully, I have no fucking clue why he’s here. I know he went after Jed, but he said he was taking care of things himself, not coming after Amber. That was my job.

“Lay back in bed.” I toss on my clothes. “I’ll talk to him.”

Amber does her best groggy half-asleep impression and I crack open the door. “What’s going on, Diesel? It’s late.”

He groans under his breath and pushes his way into the hotel room. There’s no logical way of him knowing what was happening here other than the scent, but my heart is beating like the image of my face between his daughter’s legs is playing on repeat for the world to see.

He scans over the room, then stares down at the bed. “One bed?”

“Festival was tonight.”

He tips his head back and nods. “I hate waking my princess up, but Gunner is in the hall with orders to take Jed out of town,afterhe apologizes. I want her to have closure on this. She’s been through enough since her mom passed.”

Amber was only ten when her mother passed away, but Diesel never remarried. He did the best he could, but I know Amber has always had questions about her mom.

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