Page 5 of Easy Rider
I groan, finally push into her slick, tight pussy. “Ride my cock, Emma,” I pant, barely getting the words out. “Just like that.”
Christ is she tight, and so fucking wet for me. I stroke faster and harder, just like I’ll fuck her juicy cunt.
With her tits heaving and legs spread wide, she’ll sink down on my dick and ride. I’ll make her come so hard, I’ll turn her into an addict. She’ll beg me to fill her.
“Fuck me harder,” she screams. I’m panting, stroking faster and harder, putting my arm into it. My grunts and skin-on-skin slaps fill the room.Upanddown. Upanddown.“Fill me with your cum, Ryder. Fuck me.” I’m caught in the whirlpool now, spinning, about to shoot my seed deep inside her. She’s begging for it, riding my dick hard; her hot wet walls clamp around me like a vise.
“Fuck,” I growl, breaking free. “Emma,” I groan, fucking that tight cunt of hers and coming so fucking hard for her I’m almost convulsing.Fuck.
My cum shoots into the darkness, and I keep pumping.Fuck. I’m shaking and jerking and the cum keeps spurting. Oh, Emma.
Chapter Three
It’s one of those perfect, blue-sky Montana days, clear as a bell. The sun lights up the small arena like it’s half-time at the Superbowl, with Ryder West as the main attraction. I’m parked in the dirt lot at Flying Hearts Ranch. I have a meeting with the owner, Stew Lutton, in about fifteen minutes. I’m early, though, and taking full advantage of the chance to stare at the sexiest cowboy I’ve ever seen.
My heart pounds a mile a minute as I peer over the hood. What the hell is Ryder doing here? Is this his new gig? Mr. Lutton didn’t list Ryder as one of his employees. I would’ve noticed his name for sure. If not the first time, then when I double-checked the paperwork this morning.
Shit. This is not good.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit seeing Ryder at Boondocks last night hit me like a fast-moving train straight to my pussy. If I hadn’t taken off the second he left with Janine, he would’ve derailed me. I would’ve been flung off the tracks and right onto his dick.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.I can’t even believe I’m thinking this way. I’ve only had two boyfriends in my life. I’m not what you’d call experienced. The only time I’ve done anything remotely wild was that one night with Ryder. And boy, did I make up for lost time.
Ihaveto stay on track, though. I promised my dad I’d help him so he and Mom could finally take a dream cruise for their thirtieth wedding anniversary.
Mom bought the tickets as a surprise. She probably would’ve thrown him out of the house if he’d given her any guff about the timing. She’s been begging him to retire for years. Thankfully, Dad had another option. Me.
I’m sure Ryder doesn’t know Misty’s car, so I can stare all I want. I am a little worried he might look up from that bay he’s riding and catch me. But I can’t take my eyes off him.
Ryder tilts his head and leans down to the horse’s ear. His lips are moving, and damn if my mind doesn’t skip right back to that night his beautiful mouth was kissing, licking, and sucking every nook and cranny of my body.
A few guys, probably ranch hands who work here, are leaning over the rail, their boots propped on the bottom rung. Their hats, one white, two black, shield their faces from the sun. I can’t make out their expressions, but judging by the way their shoulders are tensed and their bodies seem ready to move, they’re expecting trouble.
Ryder doesn’t seem worried though. He’s the picture of cool, hot-as-fuck elegance as the massive horse picks up its pace, taking long strides around the corral.
I can’t believe he actually showed up at Boondocks last night. Why the hell is he with Janine? She isn’t his type at all.
