Page 19 of Wild Ride

My gaze finds hers. Her hand lowers, but only slightly. I feel her fingers against the center of my chest, right below my throat, where my tattoos start. Her fingers glide over my skin, tracing my tattoo at the center of my chest. Then they move down to my abs, gliding over my flesh and stopping before she reaches my cock.

Disappointing.

My lips twitch into a smirk. Reaching up, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, slowly guiding her hand to my dick. Her trembling fingers curl around my hard length. She doesn’t move them. Shifting my gaze around, taking in her expression, I can’t help but smirk at the sight of her.

She’s nervous, and it’s cute as fuck. I don’t know if I’ve ever been with a girl who was this nervous before. Most women I fuck are either clubwhores or women in town who are ready to spread at just a jerk of my chin in their direction.

I should probably stop what I’m doing. She isn’t ready for everything I have to give to her—but she’s getting it anyway. Because I am, without a doubt, not a good guy. I’m not going to be sweet. I’m not going to be sensitive.

Gently pulling her hand away from my cock, I reach down and grab the backs of her thighs, hitching her up before I walk forward and press her back against the wall. Her legs wrap around my hips as I align our bodies.

Releasing one of her thighs, I wrap my fingers around the side of her throat, gripping her firmly but not too tightly. Then I shift my hips slightly until the tip of my dick presses against the warmth of her cunt. I want to slam myself inside of her so fucking badly, but I can’t bring myself to do that yet.

Maybe next time.

Something about her, about the way she’s looking at me, it makes my whole body freeze when normally I would just drive my dick deep and fuck her until I come. I’ve already done my duty and brought her to an orgasm.

Technically, my deed is fucking done.

But there is something about her that makes me want to see her come again… and again and again. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my whole goddamn life. I would go almost as far as to say that I would rather see her come again over me getting there. But I’m not that selfless, so I definitely will be finding my release.

Letting go of her throat, I lift my hand to my mouth and suck on my thumb before I shift it between her legs, finding her clit.

“Bullet,” she gasps, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sweeter sound.

Slowly, I slide deeper inside of her, my gaze never shifting away from hers. My eyes connect with hers, watching her as I bury myself inside her tight cunt. And she is just that. So tight that I wonder about her virginity.

Once I’ve completely buried my cock inside Dakota’s pussy, my whole body jerks as I let her body accept my intrusion. Her hands grasp my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as her eyes focus on mine. My thumb moves against her clit, drawing firm circles.

“Are you going to come for me again, baby?” I ask.

She whimpers as her gaze searches mine. “Please,” she exhales.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice—ever.

Moving my hips, I fuck her against the wall in her father’s house. I try not to think about that part, about Shade, or the fact that she’s inherited everything from him and I didn’t know a goddamn thing about her.

About the fact that as much as part of me wants to fuck her, another part of me wants to fucking hate her. The more I try not to think about it, the more I actually think about it.

As I continue to fuck her against the wall, the angrier I get, my hips slamming harder and harder with each thrust. My thumb stays between her legs, and I continue to draw firm circles there, but my anger at the situation takes hold.

I’m not sure that she realizes just how pissed I am. I watch as her eyes close, her head falls backward against the wall with a thud, and her breathing comes out in heavy pants. I don’t stop. I can’t. I need to feel her cunt clamp down around my cock—sucking me dry.

She moans, her head rolling from side to side against the wall, and as I tip my chin and watch my body move in and out of hers, taking in the way she takes me, my anger decreases. I’m unable to look away from the way her body stretches for mine—fuck, I’ve never seen anything so goddamn amazing in my whole life.

“I’m close,” she exhales.

Everything in my mind vanishes, and I can only think about making her come and then coming myself. Moving my thumb, I continue to circle her clit until I feel her pussy clamp down around my cock. She hugs me so tightly that I feel like I might actually just stay inside of her until I die.

I don’t think it would be a bad way to go.

And then, without me even realizing it, I come. Her cunt sucks me goddamn dry and pulls my cum from my body without warning. And I welcome every fucking second of it. Burying my face in her neck, I open my mouth and sink my teeth into her throat, sucking hard.

I hope that she’s fucking marked—wearing my mark.

CHAPTER EIGHT

DAKOTA

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