Page 20 of Ridin’ Dirty

“Yes!” I cried, arching my back off the bed as I thrust my hips forward—the movements of my body seemingly out of my control.

Even as I quaked from my release, he wouldn’t let up. Extracting his fingers, he drank from me until he was satisfied and I nothing more than a quivering mess.

Fuck me, but it was amazing.

“Hands and knees,” he demanded when he had his fill.

I was so lost in my euphoric haze, I didn’t move, other than to let my hands slip away from his hair as he stood to his feet. It wasn’t until he spoke again that I began to register his movements.

“Said it before, babe. I like what I taste, I’ll take more. We’re not done.” He paused long enough to rip the condom open with his teeth. When he was finished and I still hadn’t moved, he quirked an eyebrow at me and semi-repeated, “Hands and knees, birthday girl. Now.”

Birthday girl.

He remembered it was my birthday.

It was stupid. It was so totally stupid, but it made me smile.

Without further prompting, I maneuvered myself onto my belly before positioning myself as he requested, peeking back at him from over my shoulder when I was in place.

I had only enough time to notice his cock was sheathed and his pants were shoved down around his knees—then my attention shot up to his face on a gasp when I heard the snap that was the sound of him ripping the waistband of my thong. The sound repeated itself when he made easy work of the opposite side, and then the useless scrap of fabric was tossed over his shoulder.

The uncaring, unrestrained, animalistic act sent a new pang of hunger right through me, and I hoped with every fiber of my being he was about to take me for a ride.

Oh, how I wanted him. All of him.

Stretching my arms out in front of me, I lowered my chest to the bed, keeping my ass up, silently inviting him to take all I had to offer.

He understood.

Or perhaps he was as blinded by desire as I was, intent only on taking what he craved.

He grabbed hold of my cheeks, spread me open and warned, “Plan on fuckin’ you good and hard. I lose my shit in this pussy, take you too rough, you say so. Not a dick, babe, but I will take what I want. You hearin’ me?”

Arching my back in an effort to expose myself that much more, I looked back at him, my blue eyes connected with his green ones as I replied, “Take me for a ride, Stallion.”

It was the last coherent thing I said.

I barely had the chance to pull in my next breath before he was inside of me.

He was not gentle.

Neither was he slow.

Hard.

Fast.

Hot.

So hot, I could hardly catch my breath.

Then, just like that, I was coming undone.

But even as my orgasm tore through me, sending a rush of tingles up my spine until pleasure tickled my scalp, he kept at me.

Hot.

Fast.