Page 32 of Property of Hayride
“Goddamn, baby. So hungry for my dick.”
His body and mine merge and separate, only to be joined again and again. He uses deep strokes that make me gasp. I’ve never had a guy so thoroughly pound into me. It’s like he’s erasing every bad relationship I’ve ever had and eliminating all the bad sexual encounters. In this moment, I feel a closeness to him that’s more than sex.
It’s wild. We barely know one another.
“Nat. Look at me.”
My eyes open. I don’t remember closing them, but that probably happened as the pleasure in my brain took over conscious thought.
Hayride’s eyes are beautiful as they stare into mine. The most interesting shade of blue that reminds me of the sky before a storm. A mixture of bluish gray, while still retaining the beauty of the blue hue.
“I want to look into your eyes as you fall apart with my cock inside you.”
And I do. It’s almost embarrassing because I don’t know if I look like a freak while I’m blissed out, but it only seems to drive Hayride into a frenzy.
“I can feel you tighten around me. Fuck. It feels so fucking good.” His movements become erratic. His hips pistoning faster. And then, he fills me. His body shudders, and I swear there’s nothing more erotic and amazing than watching this man lose control and come. To know that it’s because of me.
Even then, Hayride doesn’t stop moving, slowing down to languidly fuck me afterward. “Remember when I said I’ve got stamina?”
“Yes.”
“Here’s round two, baby.”
We don’t sleep for another two hours.
IT’S MY PHONE THATwakes me. The vibration inside the pocket of my jeans is too loud to ignore. I nearly fall off the bed reaching for it, giggling when Hayride grips my hips and pulls me back up onto the mattress, his lips kissing my bare ass cheeks.
“Morning,” he rumbles as I check the screen.
It’s my dad. “Shit.”
“What is it?”
“My dad messaged three times, and I just missed his call. He’s waiting for me at Tillie’s Dine-In.”
“Okay. So we go meet him.”
I turn over, looking into his eyes. “You don’t have to go.”
“No,” he agrees. “I don’t. But I want to meet him.”
“Why?”
“Because I just had my dick in you for half the night. I can’t stop thinking about you. This isn’t just some hook-up. We’re exploring how we feel about one another. Right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I should meet your parents, gorgeous. Just like you’ll meet mine.”
It’s going to be really hard not to fall in love with Hayride. I’m already halfway there. Last night sure helped.
You know you’ve got a good guy when he makes sure that you’re always satisfied first. Nothing worse than being left aching.
I’ll never have that problem with my sexy biker.
“Then hurry up, biker man. He gets cranky if he has to wait too long.”
Hayride is holding my hand as we enter the diner.
