Page 18 of Wild Ride

“You gonna make that pussy sing for me, baby?” Bullet murmurs.

I gasp as his mouth touches the side of my throat. I want to do just that. In fact, I’m pretty sure that my entire body could sing for him, not just that part of me. He sucks on the skin of my neck.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I lift my hands to his biceps. I need to stabilize myself, or I’m going to melt into the floor. I think I could right about now. Curling my fingers around his strong arms, I hold on to him for dear life—my God.

I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life.

I didn’t even know that thisfeelingexisted.

My hips buck, silently begging for more—my wish is granted without a single word said. His palm grinds against my clit as his fingers begin to move inside of me. Shaking my head from side to side, I know I’m close, so damn close. I’m not quite sure what to do, so I just let my body's natural impulses take over.

My hips move, bucking and jerking against his palm, climbing closer and closer to my release. Feeling like I’m goingto combust and break into a million pieces, I lift my head, my eyes find his…

Then it happens.

Bullet releases his mouth on my neck, and his lips search for and find my earlobe. His teeth clamp down on my lobe before he gently tugs and then releases. His mouth rests against my ear before he rasps his next few words.

“You’re so wet and warm, so fucking perfect. I want you to come on my fingers. Soak me, babe.”

I’m climbing. I’m right there. Higher and higher, my body on the edge, and I know it’s going to be big. So damn big. I’ve never felt a buildup like this before. I think I might actually explode, combust, ignite.

He’s going to have to pick the pieces of my body up off the floor.

I gasp, my eyes widening as it consumes me. It slides throughout my body, from my belly to my head, and then from my belly down to my toes. My muscles tighten, and my body freezes. I look into his eyes, taking them in, and I see a darkness just beneath the surface that should scare me.

It should terrify me.

It doesn’t.

Nothing about him scares me like I think it’s supposed to.

It just makes me want more of him.

So.

Much.

More.

Every piece.

BULLET

I never should have come here. What I should have done is ridden right fucking by after I realized that it was her rental car sitting in the goddamn driveway, but I just couldn't help myself. Now my hands are down her pants, and my fingers are inside of her.

Wet warmth floods my hand, and I know there is no way in fuck I’m going to be able to turn around and walk out. Not now that part of me has been inside of her. Especially now that I’ve seen her face when she comes, heard her sweet little sounds, and felt her wet pussy.

My dick wants to be inside of her—now.

Slowly, I slip my hand from between her legs and shove her jeans down her hips. She takes them the rest of the way off, and I grunt, realizing that she wants me inside of her as badly as I want to be there.

Unbuckling my own jeans, I do the same, shoving them and my boxer briefs down my legs before I kick my boots and my jeans off, leaving me naked from the waist down. As much as I want to fuck her, I want to see the rest of Dakota, too.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I slide it up her torso, over her head, and toss it somewhere on the floor. She reaches behind her for her bra and unhooks it, letting it glide down her arms. Closing the short distance between us again, I stop when she holds her hand up, her fingers gripping my shirt.

“I want to see all of you, too,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Shrugging my cut off, I hook the back of it on the door handle beside us, then reach behind me and grip the back of my shirtbetween my shoulders before I guide it over my head, tossing it on the floor somewhere to join the rest of our clothes.

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