Page 15 of Drifter (Redemption Riders #2)

Never Better

Drifter

S asha is going to kill me! She strides away with her ass swaying, and all I can think about is the way her legs are going to be wrapped around my waist when I’m finally inside her sweet pussy.

I’m going to watch my cock slide inside her.

I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I met her.

I hate cold showers, but they’ve become a normal part of my routine since Sasha showed up at our shop that day.

My cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans.

I’m giving myself time to slow down because I was close to tearing off her pants and taking her right there on the sofa.

She’s too tempting for words. I get up and make sure the house is locked up tight.

Then I put the dishes in the dishwasher.

I’ve noticed that Sasha likes a clean and tidy space.

I do too. I put it down to military training.

It’s one of the few traits I continue to keep from those days.

I make my way to the bedroom, turn the knob, and see a sight that men would give their right arm to have. Sasha’s very naked, lying on her back with her knees turned to the side, slightly bent, and her long, silky hair splayed over the pillows.

So much for taking things slow!

I tear off my shirt and toss it aside, then step out of my pants.

I grab a condom from my wallet and toss it on the side table.

I don’t know where I want to start. Should I taste those pretty pink nipples that have been taunting me through those tight tank tops, or do I spread those luscious legs wide open and taste her nectar?

“Handsome,” she calls to me, her gentle voice like a siren beckoning a sailor into the sea.

I have all night, and it’s going to be a long night because once won’t be nearly enough.

I approach the bed, my knee dipping into the mattress, as I take her ankle with one hand, spreading her legs wide open to reveal the prettiest, bare pink pussy, already moist and wet.

I lick my lips and settle between her thighs.

“You don’t have to…” she trails off.

“Quiet, sunshine. I’m about to feast, and I’m savoring the menu.

” Sasha blushes a vibrant shade of red, which only spurs me on.

I kiss the inside of her ankle, then the inside of her knee, as I open her up, opening her pussy lips to reveal her to me completely.

I wish I had the restraint to play, but instead, I let my tongue slide over her slit and tease her pussy.

She moans, jerking her hips. I hold her hips and begin to eat her pussy voraciously.

My shoulders brace her legs open so she can’t move, and she has no choice but to take what I give her.

She thrashes her head from side to side on the pillow, pleading for me to let her come.

“Please! Please! I can’t wait. I’m going to come,” she gasps.

“Let it go, baby,” I urge, then circle my tongue around her clit and suck gently until she gasps and bows her back off the bed as she succumbs to her orgasm. Her muscles spasm, but I don’t stop. I insert two fingers into her pussy while I roll a condom over my engorged cock.

Sasha is riding the euphoria of her orgasm when I place my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and inch by inch slide inside her heat.

I watch as she takes me. Fuck! It’s better than I imagined, and she opens her legs wider to accommodate me.

Once I’m fully seated and our bodies are one, I look at her face.

Sasha wraps her legs around my waist and reaches to caress my chest.

“Fuck me, Drifter,” she says with a coy grin.

That’s all the incentive I need. I begin to move inside her. With every thrust, I see the passion in her eyes growing. She matches my rhythm stroke for stroke. Her fingernails dig into my arms, giving me a bite of pain that I like.

“Christ! This pussy is made for me. Who does this pussy belong to?” I growl in her ear.

She contracts her muscles around my cock, pushing me closer to my climax.

“You.” The word comes out breathy and soft like a warm breeze on my cheek. Her hands move around to my back, her nails scraping my skin.

“You’re mine, Sasha. No one touches you but me.” I’m so close, but I want to hear my woman’s cry first. “Get there, baby.” I add my fingers to her clit.

She releases a mewl, then utters my name. I take her hand in mine, locking our fingers together as she comes undone in my arms. It’s a gift, a precious gift. Her lips are parted, her chest is heaving, her eyes are hazy. She’s my one.

It’s then that I finally allow myself the relief I crave.

Sasha doesn’t let go, holding me close to her.

Only when our breathing returns to normal do I cautiously pull out, rolling onto my back, but I bring Sasha into the crook of my arm.

Her small hand comes to rest on my chest, and I immediately cover it with my own larger one.

A peace comes over me that I haven’t felt in years.

I can’t figure it out. I thought I had all I needed.

A job that I’m good at. The love and respect of my brothers.

A club I call family. My best friend, Hawk, who has seen me through the roughest moments in my life.

Yet it’s not until I hold Sasha in my arms that I feel complete.

I hate to move away from her, but I have to deal with this condom.

“Back in a second, babe,” I murmur, kissing her temple. I wash up and bring back a warm cloth for her. She reaches for it, and instead, I nudge her knees apart and do the job myself. I toss the cloth back into the bathroom sink and slide back in beside her.

Sasha props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. She cups her palm over my cheek. “Are you all right, handsome?” she asks.

“Never better, sunshine.”

“You seem deep in thought.”

“This feels good. I haven’t felt this in a long time.”

“What do you feel?”

“A calm,” I point to my heart, then my gut, “here.” I sigh and shrug. “Like I said, never better.”

Sasha smiles and lays her head on my chest, “Me too. Never better.”