Page 27 of Wild Ride

“That’s a goddamn understatement.”

I don’t let her respond. She doesn’t need to, at least not right now. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. Words cease to exist. She owns them all because I don’t have a single one left inside of me to even attempt to say.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

DAKOTA

Bullet’s lips touch mine,and he kisses me. Every single thought escapes my body. I don’t even recall what we’re talking about because there is only him. His tongue slips inside of me, tasting my mouth, my tongue, my whole freaking body, it feels like.

His hands slide down my sides, then reach around and grip the globes of my ass before he picks me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I groan at the feel of his length pressing against me from beneath his jeans.

I want that again.

Brain vanishes—body takes over. And for whatever reason, I don’t care that he was an absolute asshole to me.

I want him.

Now.

He walks me over to the bed and slowly sinks down to his knees, setting my ass on the edge. His mouth only shifts away from mine when I’m fully seated on the mattress. He breaks thekiss and slides his hands to the waist of my shorts. His eyes find mine, and wordlessly, he begins to shift my shorts off.

Lifting my hips, I help him because I know what he feels like when he’s touching me and inside of me. I want that. My stupid, betraying body needs it right now. Needs him. I need the way he makes me feel. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I can’t wait.

Once my shorts are off and lying somewhere on the floor, he reaches for the backs of my knees, gently gripping them before he guides them over his shoulders. I stare at him, wide-eyed and slightly confused but excited about whatever is coming my way.

Then it happens.

He leans forward, and his mouth is on my center. His tongue swirls my clit, and then his lips wrap around it, and he sucks. My eyes slide closed as my head falls backward, and my hips lift, silently begging for more.

I want more.

So much more.

Lifting my arms, I reach forward and slide my fingers through his short, dark hair, gripping him where I can and holding on for dear life. And I have to hold on because it’s as if something breaks between us, like a rubber band snaps or something.

Bullet stops gently sucking and licking me. And his mouth becomes wild, feral perfection. Arching my back, I press my center closer to his mouth, wishing we could actually melt together, consume one another, and become one instead of two bodies.

I feel him grunt against my center as his tongue slips inside of me. He fucks me with that tongue, and I swear I see stars. They actually burst in front of my closed eyelids as he continues to eat me like a starving man.

I’m not sure if this is the way it always is, but I don’t want anything to change because this feels amazing. Out of this world amazing. Lifting my hips over and over, I can’t stop the way my body moves against his tongue, against his teeth. It’s everything and not enough all at the same time.

Then it happens.

I come.

It rolls throughout my entire body like a freight train. It feels as if it’s taking over my soul and consuming everything. My muscles tighten from my head to my toes. My entire body freezes, but he doesn’t stop. He continues lapping at me, my clit so sensitive that my body practically jumps off the bed every single time.

Then he’s gone. He releases my legs from his shoulders, and my whole body falls backward, my eyes still closed as I attempt to catch my breath. But that sensation doesn’t last long. Before I realize what’s happening, I feel him slide inside of me with a single thrust.

His hands grip the backs of my thighs as he pushes them toward the mattress, and that’s when my eyes pop open. Gripping his biceps, I look into his eyes as he hovers above me. His jaw is set hard, clenched, as he looks down at me.

“You’re mine, Dakota,” he oddly announces.

I start to ask him not only what that means but also why he’s saying it, but the words don’t come out because he continues, and when he does, my lips shut mainly out of a mixture of confusion and excitement.

I should not be excited.

Not in the slightest.

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