Bad Ride, Dani Wyatt [chromebook ebook reader .TXT] 📗

him and I want to give him all of me. It’s something I’ve saved; why, I’m not sure. I had plenty of chances to give in to teenage and college lust, but I always stopped before things went very far.

It never felt right until now. The lust I see in his eyes belongs to me and I want to be the one to slake it.

My plea for copulation makes Chewy’s nostrils flare and even in the dim light, I see the change in his face. He goes from raw, carnal desire to a palpable vibration of victory.

“You’re tight. Very tight. You’ve never fucked anyone before have you, Cupid?”

I shake my head. “I’m not sure why—” I start but he cuts me off.

“Because you’ve waited for me. Saved it for me.” The muscle in his chest hardens and starts to twitch and as awestruck as I was at his half-naked body moments ago, now the clench inside me turns painful as his eyes tell me there’s no turning back. I’m his to use, his to relieve himself, to claim.

A yip of fear rises in my throat as he flips me up and into his arms, making me feel small and delicate even as my generous belly drapes over the waistband of my skirt but I don’t even care.

He wants me, I feel it in my marrow and it ignites a reserve of confidence and sexuality I didn’t know I had.

“I’m going to fuck you. My tongue was first, my finger second, but it’s my cock that’s going to take you all the way.”

We reach the top of the stairs and he kicks open a door as I flip my head around and scan the space.

There’s a low light on over the white stove in the small kitchen and a lit lamp next to a clean, modern sofa with red pillows. It’s wide open and there’s a scent of coffee and cleanliness which is echoed by the professional-looking stainless steel espresso maker on the kitchen counter and the way every surface is simple and shining.

This man that makes people cross to the other side of the street is a neat freak. The giant loft-type space with exposed old brick is elegantly and minimally furnished with glass and wood tables. But across the room is where we are headed and it’s a moment later Chewy tosses me onto the soft navy-blue comforter making me bounce on the mattress.

It takes me a moment to focus back on him and when I do, I see him kick off his boots, tug off black socks and a second later, I realize he’s commando because when he drops his jeans to the floor, there’s nothing keeping me from gasping when I see the predator that’s standing like a punishment waiting to happen.

To me.

What have I done?

His thick fingers wrap around the base in a death grip that forces a burst of clear liquid from the tip and I’m hypnotized by the magnitude of solid flesh he’s holding.

Light from the street filters in around him and his dark Hulk-like form makes me shiver. The erection he’s fisting looks painful, with a purplish helmet gleaming with pre-cum and I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than my pussy can chew, so to speak.

“I could barely get my tongue inside that sweet tightness you’ve saved for me. You’re sure about this?”

He gives me a moment, I see the flash of conflict in his eyes. He’s giving me an out, but I can see from the fire in his eyes, me opting out would not be his choice.

“I’m sure,” I answer as I put an exclamation point at the end of my words by slipping my skirt down and off my ankles, leaving me naked on his bed as I reach down and slip my index and middle fingers between my wetness, my teeth pulling my top lip between them as I lock my eyes on his. “My pussy is sure too. See?”

I withdraw my hand, splay my fingers apart and strings of my webbed lubrication fill the V space between them. The deep rumble that comes from Chewy’s chest centers itself in my core and it feels like the whole room is shaking around us.

A pained grunt catches in his throat as his hand drops down and he gives his mammoth balls a squeeze. “I’ve saved up for you too. A pound or more. You’re going to feel me running down your legs for a week.”

“I’ll let you know. Right now, you’re a lot of talk.” I entice him, easing my knees open and feeling the cool air on the heat radiating between my thighs. That wicked, wild woman I’ve kept undercover for so long is tearing through me and taking over.

“I’ve waited two fucking years to get my nut off inside you. Talking time is over.” I see the rough edges melting away as I smile, giving no protest to his clear statement that he has no plans to wear a condom or pull out of me, and as much as my logical brain is screaming at me to get off this rollercoaster, the new Annie, who wants to ride the lightning, shuts that down and goes for broke.

In one graceful movement, he covers me with his body, nearly crushing me before he holds his weight with his arms and I feel the first brush of the tip of his cock slipping down, finding my opening and holding steady as my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

“I know I’m about to hurt you, Cupid, but you need to know, once your virgin cunt takes me inside, you could hurt me a thousand times more.”

The stone cold hard-ass I’ve watched for so long softens, and I see in his dark eyes that his isn’t just a fuck for him. It’s something that looks new, frightening, and in a