Page 41 of Ride Me

She lifted her mouth from him and smiled. “Does Rousseau know you already did that without him?”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. He hadn’t believed she’d bring that up. “He does now.”

“I promised him there wouldn’t be lies between us, remember? And when he’s finally inside me, I want him to know I’m not wondering who I’m sharing our first time with.”

She licked her finger, slipping it between his thighs. When one finger pushed inside, his ass tightened and desire turned the gold molten. “You’re trying to make us lose control. Rousseau fights me again because of your confession and you torture me. Is that the big plan the Mambo shared through her gris-gris? I’ve survived more than this longer than she’s been alive, cher. I can withstand torture.”

She didn’t answer, her tongue too busy tracing the veins of his flushed cock while her finger thrust in shallow pulses between his cheeks. He might call this torture, but she knew he liked it. She pressed deeper, finding the spot she knew would drive the Loa and Rousseau insane.

He bucked off the bed, nearly dislodging her. “Stop this now.”

“You want me to stop sucking your cock? Why don’t you want to come?”

He clenched his jaw. “I did say you were a clever girl. But I didn’t think you could be cruel.”

She withdrew her finger and straddled him again. “I’m not trying to be cruel, BD. Or torture you.”

“Then ride me. If you are going to do this, do it right. Ride the Loa. Let me feel your sex soaking my cock and we’ll see who comes out the victor.”

There was danger there, she knew. The challenge had been thrown down, and neither of them could resist. Could she please him without giving in to her own need? Could he tempt her into forgetting long enough to get what he wanted and keep the life he’d grown accustomed to. A lot was at stake.

She shifted on his lap, aligning their bodies so his cock was flush against her.

He hummed out his pleasure. “You’re so wet for me, cher. Think about what I can do to you, the things I can teach you about your body. You were dying to know if all the rumors were true? They are. I can prove it to you.”

Allegra stared straight into those hypnotic eyes, steeling her spine. “You think, Bone Daddy. Think about taking me without a condom. You said you and Rousseau have been safe, and I trust you. Think about how tight and wet I’ll be for you. Seven years is too long to go without a physical release. Wouldn’t you like to break that record inside me? With nothing between us?”

“You fight dirty, I see. And you talked to the old man as well as the priestess. I can see him in your mind. What if he was wrong? What if giving me what I want changes nothing? You think you care, but Rousseau knows I’m unable to deny a genuine request. It is not allowed. Would you be willing to stay with him, to take him into your body and bed, knowing he’d been with someone else?”

“I know I care about him. I love him, BD. And nothing changing is a chance I’m willing to take.”

Could she? Knowing it wasn’t Rousseau’s choice, could she accept him in spite of it? That she felt enough for him to consider it had to matter. Her love had to make a difference. She couldn’t give up on him without trying to save him.

Allegra laid her hands on his chest, slowly lowering herself onto the head of his shaft. Oh, God, it was going to be a tight fit. Her thigh muscles tensed, reminding her that he’d taken the pain away.

“You wouldn’t be so ready for me if you were in pain.” He glanced down at her leg. “You know that I can make that permanent. That and more, if you give in.”

Her arms and legs began to burn and tingle, though not as intensely as before. She looked down and gasped. The scars on her arms and legs were gone. Not a trace remained. It was as if the accident had never happened. She met his gaze, unable to stop the momentary tears of gratitude that welled in her eyes.

“Ah, cher, now you see me. Let me go, and I will give you more pleasure than you ever imagined. I will take my time with you. Days and nights of nothing but paradise. And when you finally leave my bed, you will never have to hurt again. Never have to hear the whispers of pity from your family, from strangers. You’ll be free.”

She hovered over him, her body frozen, her mind in chaos. He’d just offered her everything she’d wanted every day since the accident. A second chance with a whole body. Freedom from pain and pity. She wouldn’t be human if she wasn’t momentarily tempted.

But the cost was too high.

“I’ll be free. But Rousseau won’t.”

His expression grew dark. “What do you care? You barely know the boy. You lust for him, that is all. Is that enough to refuse what I’m offering?”

“You know it’s more. That’s why I scare you.” She didn’t need to look to know he’d returned her scars. She could feel them. “It’s not entirely selfless, those gifts you dole out, is it? You do it so you won’t have any return customers. They get a new job, a new life, and Rousseau stays with you.”

His smile took a decidedly wicked turn. “Yet still you admire me. Want me. Your tender heart pines for him, but your body is aching for the both of us.”

“Yes.” She couldn’t deny it if she wanted to. She was drawn to the Loa. Maybe it was her inner adrenaline junkie. Maybe it was because, despite the terms of the deal, Bone Daddy made sure that Rousseau had more freedoms than he needed to give him. She couldn’t explain it, but she could feel something good in him. She got the sense that Ben and the Mambo, even the old man did as well. It was deep down, but still there. A spark of light. She was betting everything on not being wrong.

“Yes, I want you, Bone Daddy.” She lowered herself onto his cock, shamelessly moaning at the impossible fullness, her body struggling to accept all of him despite her arousal. “Rousseau.”

“Allegra,” he groaned, his hips lifting helplessly. “You’re a witch, aren’t you? A redheaded sorceress with your freckles and hot, tight—Ah, like that. Ride me just like that.”

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