Page 20 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

TWENTY

RIDE OR DIE

COLTON

I scan their faces with hooded eyes, breathing in their cheap perfume. Simone’s breath catches in her throat, and excitement flares in her eyes. She’s certain I’m going to cave and finally give in to her after all these years.

She would love that, wouldn't she? To fuck over her sister like that. Break her into a million pieces by sleeping with her boyfriend.

What a psychotic bitch.

“You two are fucking pathetic.” A slow, arrogant smirk spreads across my lips, and I scoff, shaking my head in disgust. As I walk away, I catch Serena’s expressionless face, satisfied when I see Simone’s cheeks flushing crimson, her eyes narrowing with hostility as they watch me walk into the house.

Their display was desperate and a total turn off. I can't believe that shit used to work on me. These girls pale in comparison to Layla. But I did enjoy fucking with them, if even just for a moment. Seeing that look of hope on Simone's face was priceless.

I sense them walk into the house behind me, but they stop just inside the entryway. Thank god for that. I don't want to deal with any more of their shit. Without a glance back, I hit the bathroom before I leave, then head out the front door.

I need my girl.

Layla’s house is dark when I arrive, unlocking the door with the key she gave me. I lock it behind me. You never leave your doors unlocked in this neighborhood.

Her dad is passed out in front of the TV when I come in, trying not to wake him while I take off my boots. I bring them with me, tiptoeing up the stairs carefully, sneaking into Layla’s room, and locking the door.

The soft glow of the salt lamp she leaves on for me highlights her little frame under the blankets.

Desperate to touch her, I strip off my clothes and slip into bed behind her, pulling her against me like I do every night.

I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her delicious vanilla and coconut scent.

It smells like freedom and vacation to me.

Layla moans and squeezes my arm, contentedly sighing. “Mm, babe,” she whispers hoarsely, turning over in my arms. Her eyes slowly open, widening when she looks me over. “You’re naked.”

I smirk and grip her waist tightly, sliding my hands under her shorts. I grab her ass, pulling her against my naked body so she can feel how quickly I get hard just by looking at her.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I whisper, gazing at her in complete awe. She gives me the sweetest smile that takes my breath away. She's finally mine.

She’s the only girl who’s ever affected me this way. She barely has to do anything to get me all worked up.

Slowly, I slip her bottoms down her legs, and her eyes light up.

Wide awake now, she sits up and pushes me down, straddling my hips.

As she peels off her tank top, I reach up to touch her perfect tits, flicking my thumbs over her hard nipples.

Her bare pussy grinds on my dick, making me so hard it hurts.

I fight the urge to lift her up and slam inside as she leans down and kisses me deeply. My eyes roll back as she grinds against me, her tongue circling mine, sucking on it. My arms wrap around her, holding her close to me, feeling her soft chest against mine.

“Mm, hello to you too, babe,” I mumble, gripping her hips tightly and looking up at her.

She moans as she sits up, feeling my length separate her lips, spreading her wetness all over me.

The head of my cock teases her sensitive little nub, and a seductive smirk tilts her lips as she languidly glides along every inch of me.

I barely have time to breathe before she takes my dick and centers herself over me.

Thank god she’s on the pill now, because I don’t think I could ever go back to wearing condoms with her.

My entire body stiffens as Layla slides down my shaft until I’m balls deep.

Her bare pussy drives me wild. Her hands rest on my chest as she stills for a second, feeling me stretch her.

When she starts to lift her hips up and down, I grab hold of her to help.

Finding her rhythm, Layla picks up her pace, crying out when I hit that sweet spot deep inside.

Fuck, she looks so gorgeous. I could bust a nut just at the sight of her tits bouncing above me as she pleasures herself on my dick.

I bite my lip to contain myself, palming her tits and slamming my hips up every time she comes down on me, hitting her even deeper.

My god, I need to fuck her hard.

I growl and lift Layla off me, flipping her onto her hands and knees.

I’ve never fucked her from behind before.

All I ever wanted was to make love to her and watch her face as she came.

I couldn’t get enough of it. Still can’t.

But tonight, I want to watch her fine ass jiggle as I slam into her over and over again.

I run my hand possessively down her spine and over her ass, giving her a light smack. She moans and bucks her hips back.

Oh, she likes that.

“You're going to love being fucked like this, baby,” I mumble.

“Please,” she begs.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I slam into her, making her scream.

“Holy fuck, Colt!”

The beast inside me takes over, and I start pummeling her pussy.

She feels so good wrapped around me, and the way her ass jiggles every time I pound into her is so fucking hot.

She is my dream girl, and everything about her is perfect.

I can’t help myself. I slap her ass and she bucks back against me again.

Fuck, that feels good.

“Oh. My. God,” she cries out. “This is so good! Do it again,” she demands. I slap her ass again and again and again as she cries out in ecstasy. My naughty girl loves a little pain with her pleasure. Good to know.

“Mmm, fuck,” I growl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and making her back arch. My other hand grips her ass as I continue to roughly pound into her, the sound of our flesh smacking filling the room. She starts to rock back on me, her ass slamming into my pelvis every time I sink into her.

“Ooooh, Colt...it’s so good,” she whimpers.

Layla may think she’s inexperienced, maybe in the number of partners and time having sex, but she's a natural. A fucking goddess in the sack.

“Yes baby, so fucking good,” I groan. I reach around and start circling her clit, feeling her walls tighten around me.

It is mere seconds before she’s quivering, legs shaking between mine. My fingers dig into her flesh as we come together, gracing me with what is probably the most intense orgasm of my life. Throw in the hair pulling and ass smacking, and it was mind-blowing.

Layla collapses onto the bed beneath me, breathing heavily.

I lie down on top of her, needing to feel her naked body against mine.

Kissing her shoulder, I roll us onto our sides.

She turns towards me, her upper leg wrapping around my waist. Her sated eyes meet mine, our bodies pressing together as we come down from our high.

My lips make their way to her mouth, and I kiss her like my life depends on her.

Because now, it does.