Page 29 of Along for the Ride

The words leaving his lips carry a heavy truth, and I can barely nod under that weight.

“Brave to call me sir earlier,” he adds. A grin crosses his face, and I’m struck by the realization that he only really smiles when we’re alone.

He steps toward me, and the look in his eyes makes me take a step back. My back hits a towering oak, but he keeps moving forward until I feel like I’m sandwiched between two trees. He leans closer and my breath catches in my chest.

“It makes me want to fuck your mouth when that word rolls across your tongue,” he says near my lips. “As soon as you say ‘yes, sir,’ I want to drop you to your knees and bury my cock in your throat until I feel you beg for a breath.”

He leans closer and kisses me. His tongue finds mine, and a soft whimper leaves my throat. Alarm bells spring to life in my gut, but they’re silenced by the overpowering beat of my galloping heart.

Gentry feels so incredibly wrong. I’ve let him inside me and despite knowing it’s a terrible idea, despite promising myself the last time was the last time, I want nothing more than to let him inside me again.

“Yes,sir,” I whisper against his mouth.

He pushes me to my knees, and his hand works open his jeans until his cock stands in front of my face. His hand winds through my hair, gripping my head to hold it where he wants it as he lines himself up at my lips and shoves past them. I feel like a snake who has to unhinge its jaw to take its next meal. He drives his hips forward, pushing until he’s filled my throat completely.

I suck air through my nostrils as his cock plugs my airway. I can’t move away from him because my back still presses against the trunk of the oak tree. My hands grip the front of his jeans, smacking at his thigh as I think about the poor medical examiner discovering the trauma to my fucking throat. I never in my life thought I would actually die in the face of my own insult and choke on a dick, but here I am, choking away.

I’m fucking stupid for wanting this, but the feral groan that leaves his lips creates a deep, wet heat between my legs.

“You have no idea the beast you tempt, wanderer,” he growls. “It takes so much restraint to let you draw a breath when I only want to feel your throat clamping down on my dick.”

He finally pulls back so I can breathe, and I pant and wipe the drool from my chin.

“Still want to test my willpower?” he asks, balling my hair in his fist again. His fingertips graze my neck and send a pleasurable shiver through my core. “It takes me longer to come than you can hold your breath.”

The way he looks down at me with such dominance is enough to make me pliable mush in his powerful hands. “Yes...sir...” I choke out.

Before I even finish the last word, he’s back in my mouth, fucking my throat with renewed energy. My throat tenses around him as he gives a final push toward the farthest depths of my mouth.

“Ah, ah,” he says, twirling my hair in his hand. “Feeling you squeeze around me like that gets me too close, and I don’t want to come down that pretty throat of yours. I want to fill you.” He tugs me to my feet and pulls me into him. His mouth moves to my ear, and his beard caresses the side of my neck. “I like you stuffed with my come. I like the thought of breeding you.”

He lifts my arms and pins me against the bark of the tree. My chest rises to meet his as my pulse quickens. With a swift and powerful motion, he spins me around, tucking my ass into the curve of his pelvis. He grips my wrists with one hand and presses my palms against the rough bark as his other hand rides down my body. He hooks the waistband of my sweatpants and yanks them down.

“I can’t take you again,” I whimper as his cock heats the skin of my ass.

“Of course you can. Don’t you want to be a good girl and take my cock?” Encouragement and seduction collide and saturate his words. Not even the painful reminder between my legs can overpower the persuasion in that dark, gravelly voice. He sounds like he knows what’s best for me, and I want to listen.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

The moment the words leave my lips, he pushes inside me, sliding his way to my core. I grip the wood, sending chunks of flaky bark to our feet. He’s firm but gentle, selfish as he grips my bruised hip but kind as he eases forward until he bottoms out inside me. His mouth drops toward my ear and praises me with a pleasure-laced growl.

“That’s my good girl.”

His hand leaves my hip and detours to the growing heat between my legs. He rubs along my slick slit, his touch battling the pain, rivaling it with brute strength and tenacity. It sends pleasure through my entire body, blanketing my skin with warmth against the cool night air. His fingertips stroke my clit, back and forth, and each swipe leaves me clenching the tree for dear life.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

“I want to fill you. I want to breed you. I’m going to come deep inside you, coat every inch of you,” he says with a groan, “but first, I want to feel you coming around my dick.”

His words speak directly to my clit, and I come. My body drops against the wood, and my moans gain a mind of their own as they erupt from my mouth and blend with the sounds of the forest.

“I’m coming, wanderer,” he groans as his hips dig into my ass and he buries himself deeper inside me. He twitches within me as he unloads his pleasure with a low rumble that vibrates my chest.

He stays inside me until he finally softens, then he pulls out of me and turns me to face him. A growl leaves his throat at the sight of his come dripping down my thigh. His fingers glide up my pale skin, gathering his come and pushing it back inside me.

“If you’re on birth control, don’t tell me. Let me imagine that every load I fill you with carries the risk of breeding you.”

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