Page 19 of Ride 'Em Hard
Lexi cries out in ecstasy.
She’s mine.
It’s reckless, it’s wild. Every ounce of me wants to drive my stake into her and claim her. The world starts spinning as my balls tighten and my cock swells inside her. “Milk that cock, baby.”
And she does. “Oh, Chase!” she screams, panting, rolling her hips, riding my dick, needing it, needing me. Her pussy pulses and tightens around my throbbing cock.
“Come on my cock, Lexi.” I reach down and stroke her slippery clit as I thrust deep inside. “Come for me,” I hiss, driving in again. My balls tighten, her pussy clamps around me, and the world sets itself on fire. She screams, coming undone, trembling, clenching and unclenching. I let go and roar, pouring hot spurts of seed deep inside of her. Gripping her ass, I hold her still, pressing her against me as I pump out every drop of cum I have.
Lexi never lets go of me. While our bodies spin back down to planet earth, I stroke her slick, silky back, resting my cheek on her soft hair as she nuzzles into my shoulder. Then I brush my hand along her jaw and tilt her head up so I can look at her.
She flashes a loose, dazed, smile that only someone well fucked can give. “Is it always like that?”
“Why?” I ask innocently, brushing my lips against hers. “Is there a problem?”
She takes a deep breath. “No. I’ve just never been fucked that way before.”
“Darlin’, we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Nine
Asound comes fromnowhere, rousing me from sleep. Lexi’s soft, warm ass is butted up against my cock, and I get hard again spooning her from behind. I don’t know when we fell asleep on the couch.
I hear a knock coming from the kitchen, the next room over. “Chase! I know you’re here somewhere. You left Angel in her saddle.”
Fuck.My sister’s here. I scramble from the couch, grab a throw blanket and tuck it around Lexi. If Jenny happens to see me naked, well, the trauma’s going to be her own damn fault. I quickly carry Lexi to my bedroom and quietly shut the door behind me.
I’m shocked Lexi doesn’t wake up as I tuck her under the covers. She looks like one of those Renaissance paintings, sleeping there so peacefully with her flawless skin.
“Chase! Where are you?” Jenny bellows, her voice getting closer.
Jesus fucking Christ.I hurry to my walk-in and grab jeans and an old Waylon Jennings concert T-shirt. I put them on and jet out of the room.
Jenny spots me as soon as I walk into the living room. “There you are,” she says in her sing-song voice, obviously oblivious to what she just interrupted. I sure as hell don’t need her snooping around or noticing the panties hanging off the back of the couch. “Hey,” I say, making my way to her before she gets any further into the room. It doesn’t help that I still have a hard-on.
She’s standing in front of the picture window with her hands on her hips. “Are you walkin’ funny?”
