Page 79 of Ridin’ Dirty

For a second, I wondered if I sounded desperate.

Then I lost his fingers, he dropped me down onto the new couch, and the next thing I knew, my tank was gone.

I no longer cared if I sounded desperate.

He tugged at my shorts, and I lifted my hips in assistance. As soon as my ankles were free, he dropped the garment, freed his dick, and rammed into me bare.

Holy hell—it felt like a dream.

Hitching my knees on either side of his hips, I grabbed hold of his shoulders, arched my back, and closed my eyes, wanting to get lost in our passion.

“Yes,” I breathed as he began to ride me. “Oh, yes!”

“Look at me, angel. Open those eyes and watch me fuck you.”

My eyes shot open and instantly found his.

There it was again.

Angel.

I didn’t get a chance to read into what it meant, because no sooner had my eyes found his than he had one of his hands underneath my knee, forcing my leg back as he rolled his hips just right, taking me deeper.

“Oh, shit, yes.”

The words spilled out of me of their own accord, my pleasure robbing me of a filter.

He sped up, grunting as he pounded into me, making me ache in the best possible way, forcing me to the brink. It was all happening so fast, it felt completely unstoppable.

When my orgasm began to catch, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle it.

His hands on me.

His cock in me.

His eyes never leaving mine.

“Ri—oh, Riley, I’m gonna come. Oh, shit.”

I paused on a whimper, lost in his stare, enraptured by the sensation of his skin against mine. The way he slid in and out of me—our friction hot, and slick, and perfect—it was better than I remembered. Way better.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.”

“You on the pill?” he grunted, sounding as breathless as I was.

I nodded, not capable of much else as I tried to hold on a second longer.

This was apparently answer enough.

Satisfied with my response, he took my other leg, spread me open and fucked me hard.

It. Was. Glorious.

I totally lost it.

My orgasm ripped through me with such force, my entire body shook. Then, before it was over, he brought a thumb to my clit and rocked my world. I threw my arms over my head, searching for anything on which to find purchase only to encounter buttery soft suede material instead. When that wouldn’t do, I grabbed hold of the back of his neck, bringing him closer.

And this was better.