Page 38 of The Cold Ride

A small smile played about her lips as she drew her top up and over her head. Her bra was just a simple white one with lace, but I found it sexy as fuck. She undid the clasp and let it slide down her arms before discarding it. Her breasts spilled out without the support.

I reached for her, eager to cup those beauties. Because fuck, her tits were glorious. Big enough a man could drown in if he so chooses. But she backed away, shaking her head. Pointed to the bed. “Naked and on your back.”

My cock jolted as she shimmied out of her jeans. And I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. If she wanted to be dominant in the bedroom, who was I to stop her? Besides, the sooner we were both naked, the sooner I’d be inside her again. My cock ached. I was so hard I was sure I could cut glass with my dick.

When we were both naked, I glanced at the bed, eager to comply with her request, but fuck, Ihadto touch her. It was a sickness, I knew. But she was so beautiful she stopped my fucking heart. It should be criminal how gorgeous she was. She was my own personal Aphrodite.

Instead of climbing into bed like she wanted me to, I grabbed her and shoved her facedown with her legs hanging over the side.

“James,” she gasped.

I held her pinned with one hand, her arms above her head, and slid my other down the slope of her slender spine to her gorgeous ass. Fuck, I wanted to bite those plump globes.

I leaned over her back. “Next time, you can have your way with me. But I need to be inside you too fucking bad to play.”

My fingers sought her pussy. I groaned. She was fucking drenched. “Fuck, babe, you’re so wet for me.”

“Please,” she groaned, tilting her hips up.

“You’re going to have to be quiet, or you’ll wake Amelia,” I murmured and slipped two fingers inside her, thrusting them deep. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers. And it was all I could do not to replace my fingers with my dick.

“I need to know if you’re on birth control. We didn’t use protection earlier in our hurry.” And I didn’t want to knock her up a second time. Even though the idea of Rory ripe with my child inside her again didn’t repulse me or even scare me.

She jerked her head. “Yes. I’ve got the implant. We’re good, and I’m clean.”

“I am too. We didn’t use protection earlier. It’s something we seem to always be in too big of a rush to use. But if you want me to wear it, I will.” If she wanted my soldier suited up, I would oblige.

“No. I want all of you without anything between us.”

“Thank fuck.” And I fit the head of my shaft against her opening. Holding her hips steady, I pressed forward, watching my cock disappear inside her pussy.

“James,” she moaned when I was balls deep and clenched around me.

I gritted my teeth because I loved the way my name sounded on her lips in that breathy voice. It took everything in me not to blow my wad. The two of us were a lock and key. Fitting each other in a way that no one else ever did. I know I tried.

Sliding inside her again was like coming home. And I didn’t know how to handle it, so I shoved the errant thought away. Instead I focused on the pleasure, on driving her out of her mind with need.

Grasping her hips, I set a slow, leisurely pace. “Fuck, you feel good.”

She undulated, her body begging me for more friction. I smacked her ass when she clenched around my shaft. She gasped, and her pussy rippled around my dick. God, she liked that. Liked being manhandled while I screwed her.

“There’ll be none of that. We’re going to take this nice and slow until you’re begging me to come.” Because I wanted to make this time last.

She glanced over her shoulder. Her face dripped with lust in her hazy gaze. “That’s not what I want. I want you to fuck me like you hate me. I want you to fuck me like you’re punishing me.”

My dick jolted in her pussy. Her dirty words and the picture they painted enflamed my senses. I slid my hand around her throat and drove brutally deep with enough force the mattress moved a little. “Is this what you want? To be treated like a dirty girl and fucked raw?”

Her pussy clamped and fluttered around me, telling me without words that it was exactly what she wanted.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Jesus. This was a side of Rory I never thought existed, but I liked it. Ten years ago, we’d been all hot hands and speed. And we’d not had time to explore each other’s depths and desires. But taking her this way, making her bend to my will, was a heady fucking experience that went straight to my dick.

And I discovered it was exactly what I wanted too.

Holding her, wrapped around her, I let go of my control, pouring all my wants and desires into fucking her, pummeling her pussy as I brutally thrust. My balls slapped against her ass. And I wondered if she’d ever had a man in her ass.

I grunted as I thrust, enjoying all the sounds she made. They were sexy as hell. And fueled my lust to epic heights. How had I lived without this woman? How had I existed without having her in my arms?

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