Page 64 of Ride Forever
“And fuck our brains out.”
“Then?”
“Then we’ll go to Montana and see how green it really is.”
I laughed softly, grinding into his crotch. “It would be fun to learn to ride a horse, but for now, I’d be happy to ride your cock.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
He dragged my T-shirt up and over my head, and the warm air kissed my skin. It felt strange not having my hair brush against my back, but Chaser’s hands more than made up for it. He caressed the curve of my spine, undoing the clasp on my bra and freeing my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking the sensitive bud. Pleasure boiled between my legs, and I moved, rubbing my clit against him.
He flipped me back onto the bed, tearing off his T-shirt and stripping down to his skin. I shimmied out of my own jeans, watching his erect cock glisten. Finally, he climbed over me, pressing his weight against my body as his lips claimed mine.
We kissed long and hard, our tongues exploring, savoring the taste of each other. As his cock stroked my clit, our breathing quickened as our pleasure rose. When he finally thrust into me, I almost came. I quivered around his length, desperate to savor this moment. The feel of him in me, the taste of his mouth, the firmness of his touch, the sounds he made while he fucked.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered into my ear. “So fucking wet.” He drew back and slid into me. “I love you, Sloane.”
“I love you.” I spread my legs as wide as I could and dug my fingers into his back. A moan escaped my lips as he increased his pace, his cock gliding in and out of my slickness.
We came together, which hardly ever happened, and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Entwined, tangled, together.
When the sun came up, Chaser received word from Watts.
Our deal with the FBI had come through.
Signed, sealed, and delivered.
