Page 101 of The Runaway and the Rugged
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she swiftly tore it off her body, then with lightnin’ speed stepped out of her pants until she was standin’ before me in only her underwear. I wasn’t thinkin’ right, I’d been stripped of an orgasm and all the blood in my body was currently throbbin’ in my cock. Like a man on a mission, I stripped off her lace bra, tugged the black thong down her legs and once they pooled at the feet, I lifted her off the ground and carried her to where I wanted her.
Placing her onto the foot of the bed, I scooted my ass to the headboard and pressed my back against it before fisting mydampened cock. Her gaze was transfixed on my body, gettin’ her fill before I had her fading in and out of consciousness.
“Do we need a condom?” I asked despite how badly I wanted nothin’ between us. “I have some in my drawer, but they might be expired.”
Her delicate throat bobbed but it was evident in her eyes that she wanted skin-on-skin contact nearly as bad as I did.
“No.” She shook her head. “I have an IUD, and I’m safe. It’s been a while for me too,” she confessed, triggering my chest to puff out from the relief.
“Good, then get over here and ride my cock, baby.” I jerked my cock, and eagerly she crawled over to me, hiking one leg over my waist and repeating the motion with the other leg. Once she was settled, she lowered her ass down and slid over the top of my cock in a slow, deliberate wiggle.
“Fuck, you tryna kill me?” I palmed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart before rocking her onto my length.
“Is that what I’m doing?” She giggled. “Thought I was going to ride you?”
My eyes blazed hot.
“So did I,” I grunted, when without warning she lifted herself and reached behind to grab a hold of me. “Now put it in and put me out of my misery.”
Her mouth curved upward before notching the head of my cock at her entrance and sliding down.
Holy fuck.
We both groaned in sync as each inch disappeared inside of her. Wet, tight heat enveloped me and before I knew it, I was thrusting. Painfully slow, I rocked into her, letting her adjust.
“Garth…” she moaned, planting her palms onto my chest for leverage.
Fuck, she looked otherworldly. Wavy copper hair skimming the tops of her nipples while her trim little body was conjurin’ up the strength to fuck me.
Guessin’ she just needed a little push, I coaxed, “Come on and work that perfect pussy on me.”
With a light slap on her ass, she started to move. Lifting and dropping to the beat of my heart, causin’ my toes to curl.
“Fuck, that’s it. Don’t stop,” I demanded through a hiss, squeezing tight onto the globes of her ass.
This loving, too-good-to-be-true woman was mine. She moved like she was mine. Raked her hands through my hair like she was mine. And kissed my head, my face, my lips like she was mine.
It was everything.
My hips surged upward, and her movements quickened. My vision began to weaken and when Emelia tipped her head back on a moan, I knew she was close.
“Let go with me, baby. Come.” Wet slapping sounds filled the room, followed by an urgent whimper that spurred me to thumb her clit. Swiping up and down, in firm circles, she fell still.
Gasping.
Then with a cry, she screamed my name, “Garth!”
Pussy strangling my cock, I went blind. It was like she was pullin’ the cum out of me and with one final thrust, she wrung me dry as I pressed myself deep and let go.
“FUCK!”
I was spillin’ inside her, groaning her name as she tried to catch her breath.
Despite the whole world spinnin’, I crushed her body to mine once everything came back to. I needed her close, nuzzling into me like some wild, needy cat.
“That was…” Emelia whispered, twirling her fingers through the hair on my chest.
“Amazing,” I finished. “Fuckin’ amazing, Outlaw.”
