Page 49 of Ridin' Free

“What?”

He gave my breast another squeeze then released me, sliding his hand up my chest until his fingers were wrapped around my throat. His hold was firm, but not threatening, and I wasn’t afraid as he brought his face closer to mine and muttered, “My house. My counter. My name, Ali.”

In the same moment he spoke my name, he began to ease his way out of me—reminding me of what it was I wanted. He pulled out until just his tip was still inside of me, and then he returned as slowly as he left before he was still once more.

Suddenly, there was a break in the fog of my desire, and I understood.

“Benson,” I whispered.

Again, he eased out of me slowly, and it was the most magnificent torture.

I moved the hand holding on to his nearest arm and gripped him around his wrist as I pleaded, “Benson.”

He pounded into me upon his return, eliciting a moan he swallowed as he kissed me. He didn’t linger long, his hips picking up speed. I let go of his wrist when he moved his hand around to the back of my neck, steadying me as he leaned into me and rode me faster. My second orgasm was about to surface, and every muscle in my body began to tighten in anticipation.

“Benson—oh—fuck—yes!”

“That’s right, baby—scream my name.”

I smacked one palm against the counter, uselessly attempting to hold on as pleasure began to overwhelm me.

Then it hit, like an unstoppable force, and I quaked as my orgasm barreled through my core, sending shock waves through my body.

“Fuck, yes,” Twister muttered with a grunt. I was still coming, and he was still thrusting in and out of me, when he touched his lips to mine and declared, “I’m your daddy now, baby. Come all over my cock.”

Then he filled my mouth with his tongue and groaned as he lost his rhythm. I felt it as he swelled and came right along with me. It wasn’t until he was spent, and we both froze, that I realized how fiercely we were clinging to one another.

As the haze of our passion began to dissipate, I flinched and began to squirm in his arms. He only held me tighter.

“Hey—stop. You’re safe.” He thrust his hips, and my muscles suddenly went slack. “Feel that. Feelme. I’m still inside you, baby. The night’s still young, and we’re not done. You good?”

‘You’re safe.’

I wanted to believe him.

I wanted more of what we just did.

I wanted to be a woman worth chasing.

It wasn’t a good idea, but I responded with a nod anyway.

It was nearlyseveno’clock Tuesday evening, and he was logging out of the computer in the back office. The store was already closed for business, his staff long gone as he finished up a bit of clerical work. When he got up to leave, Twister considered his routine the last few weeks.

Things with the club had been uneventful, which wasn’t a bad thing. The Stallions had seen their share of excitement the last couple of years. He was content for things to settle down into business as usual. In the previous few months, he’d led acouple of runs off the books, but otherwise things were quiet, and nothing was pulling him away from home on the regular.

It surprised the shit out of him, but he was glad he didn’t have a reason to leave Gillette lately.

As he made his way out of the side entrance of the building, headed for the clubhouse, Phoenix came to mind. All day he had to make a conscious effort not to think about her almost constantly. After the five orgasms he coaxed out of her in his kitchen the night before, it felt like a losing battle.

He’d been right.

When she let go and let him take control—it was utter euphoria.

Fuck, she was small, but she was a wildfire.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he acknowledged the itch he felt at his fingertips. He wanted to take his phone out and shoot her a text. He wondered what she was up to and if she wanted to come over.

He wondered if this was what it felt like to be pussy whipped.