Page 13 of Ridin' Free

It happened in a flash—the image of me getting off in the backseat of my SUV.

Then his forehead was touching mine, and all I saw was him.

All Ismelledwas him.

“You know as much as I do, we deserve an encore. Would be a total fuckin’ shame to deny either of us, knowin’ what we’re capable of. You’d have been gone already if you didn’t want it, too. Don’t fight it.”

I couldn’t explain it any more than I could argue against it, but he wasn’t wrong. If I didn’t want him, I’d have been halfway home by now. But the heat of his skin pressed against mine, however minor, was my undoing.

I’d been dreaming of him for the last three nights.

If I went home now, I’d only be torturing myself with the memory and no hope of a release.

I got off one way and one way only, with a dick inside of me.

And his dick? His dick was magnificent.

“Backseat,” I muttered, shoving a hand against his chest in an effort to move him.

My shove had little impact, but he straightened and cleared the short path to my door. I opened her up, tossed my purse onto the seat, then folded it forward and climbed into the back, planting myself on the far side of the bench.

I was already unfastening the button of my shorts when he came in after me, shutting the door as he sat behind the driver’s side. To my great relief, he needed no further prompting. By the time I worked my shorts and panties over my boots, his jeans were halfway down his thighs.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As soon as he extracted a condom, he held it up between two fingers, then looked at me with a quirked eyebrow.

He knew the score. It had been forever since I’d slept with the same man twice. It was kind of nice, not having to do any talking.

I straddled his lap and took his semi-hard cock into my hand. Rather than wrap my fingers around him, I grazed the head of his shaft along my seam, aiming to kill two birds with one stone.

It didn’t take long before we were both ready.

Like I always did, I grabbed the condom, ripped it open, and covered the length of his shaft. With one hand holding onto the armhole of his kutte, I positioned him where I wanted and took him inside of me.

I wasn’t the least bit gentle.

As soon as I was full, the consequences of what we were doing were instantly irrelevant. I grabbed hold of the other side of his kutte, and Irode.

Fuck, but he felt good.

Circumstances what they were, I didn’t have the room to shove him off me when he got too close; but his hands at my thighs were familiar, so I didn’t stop my rocking hips. He felt his way toward my ass, smacking my left cheek, and the mewl that spilled from my lips would not be silenced.

I was lost.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feel of him, my head tilted back slightly as I continued to thrust. My breath caught when, unexpectedly, I felt his tongue lick up the side of my neck. He then kissed me just below my jaw. Rather than pull me out of the moment, it hurled me deeper into it. When he licked me a second time before nipping at my earlobe, I swear, I felt so high, I wasn’t sure if I was inside my body anymore.

That was, until he grabbed hold of one side of my ass, forcing me down on him harder as he bucked his hips, slamming inside of me even further.

“Fuck,” I cried, my grip around his kutte tightening as I pulled.

“You like that, baby? Huh?”

His timing impeccable, he thrust his hips again, we slammed together, and suddenly I was on the brink of euphoria.

“I’m—I’m gonna come,” I announced.

I didn’t mean to say it aloud. For a moment, I wasn’t sure I did, until he replied, “Fuck, yeah.”