Page 24 of Along for the Ride

“I’m sorry you went through that,” I say against the back of her head.

“My turn,” she says through a yawn. “How did you know I was going through withdrawal?”

I’ve begun a game I have no desire to play. I’ve never shared my upbringing with anyone, and I don’t like the idea of peeling back the curtain and giving her a glimpse of my pain. My father’s struggle with addiction and his subsequent death aren’t tokens I freely hand out, even if they could buy my way between her legs.

When I don’t answer, she huffs like a moody teenager and tries to pull away. I tighten my hold until she settles.

“How old are you, wanderer?” I ask.

“Twenty-four.”

She’s so fucking young. “I’m forty-six. Old enough to be your damn father.”

She scoffs. “My daddy doesn’t look like you, sir.”

Pushed forward by the sass on her tongue, the word “sir” rolls past her sweet lips and travels straight to my dick. People have called me that while begging for their lives, but it never had any effect on me. When she says it, all hope of behaving goes out the window.

I roll her onto her back and push her legs apart so I can get between them. When I lean over her, she wraps her legs around my waist. Her blue eyes stare up at me as I raise her shirt and grip her stunning breasts with my hands. I like the idea of closing my lips around her pink nipples, so I lower my head and take one of the stiff peaks into my mouth. She moans as I nip the sensitive skin and tease it with my tongue. I’m lost in the sound of her voice.

I snake my hand between us and rub her clit. Her eyes roll back, her back arches, and I can’t wait another moment to feel how wet she is. My fingers slide backward and plunge into her, and a whimper leaves her throat as I explore such a tight space.

“If you can’t handle my fingers, you won’t be able to handle my cock.” I put a third finger inside her and her back raises from the bed, her chest colliding with mine. “You sure you want to try this?”

I don’t know why I ask. I haven’t cared about the pain my dick caused other women. When they consented to me, they consented to the pain that comes from someone as big as me. Like everything else, I’m learning that my little wanderer is new territory.

And I want to explore.

My mouth waters for her, and while I won’t force myself inside her pussy, I’ll probably beg her to put her pretty mouth on my cock to ease the ache I feel for her.

She nods, but I need to hear it. I need to hear that she knows what I’ll do to her pussy and that she wants it. I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“Tell me. You haven’t been shy about using your words so far, so tell me you want me to rip you in two.”

“I want it,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

That’s all the answer I need, but I’ll have to work her up to it first. I lean weight onto my arm and pin her to the bed so I can fuck her with my fingers. When her back rests on the mattress and stays there, when she writhes from pleasure instead of pain, I know she’s almost ready for me.

Her whimpers shift to moans, rising to a volume that can probably be heard on the adjacent floors. I throw my hand over her mouth, silencing her. I don’t need shit from Karson tomorrow. If he hears these sounds, he’ll know what I’ve been up to and his desire to get rid of her will become a much bigger problem.

“Shh, wanderer.”

Her nostrils flare above my hand, her eyes widening with fear. She reacts like someone who’s been silenced like this before. I take my hand from her mouth and stick my fingers inside instead. The moans escape through the gaps, but they’re muffled. Her tongue slides against my fingertips, and my cock twitches against my boxers.

I pull my fingers from her mouth and pussy, and her body responds to the emptiness by curling against my dick. I tug down the front of my boxers and rest my cock against her wet slit.

Even though I’ve worked her up to it and she’s dripping for me, I still worry I’ll be too much for her. I lean down and spit on her pussy.

“Oh, wanderer, this is going to hurt,” I growl, “but you can handle me, can’t you?”

After she nods, I grip myself and lean back to line myself up with her entrance, then I push my head inside her. She whimpers as her pussy grips my cock, sucking me inside the small space.

I’m not the type to make love to a woman, but I’ll give her a few gentle strokes before I show her the full extent of my strength. I pull back and ease in, pushing until I reach her end. She screams out when I pull back and plunge into her once more, and I’ll be forced to cover her mouth again if she can’t keep quiet.

I stop thrusting, leaving myself buried inside her. I fist her hair and crane her neck. “If you can’t keep quiet, I won’t make you come.”

She nods her understanding.

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