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

This armor I’ve grown is long worn, its earliest necessity coming when pity was replaced by cruelty. My looks even as a kid brought ridicule, then my temper and misdirected hyper sort of energy only served to make me more of an outsider even on the playground.

“Why would I be scared? Do you intend to hurt me?”

I look at her ripe tits, so well hidden under her blouse, but the evidence of her dark nipples shows through, fueling the rampage of lust tightening like a wound spring in my belly.

“I’d hurt anyone that hurt you. But I’ll never hurt you.”

“You’d hurt someone who hurt me?” There’s genuine surprise in her eyes and I’m happy that my answer chased away the hint of pity I saw there earlier.

“Maybe I have already.”

“Really?” She flutters her eyes shut on a disbelieving exhale.

I twitch my shoulder, turning into her and taking the leap, brushing the backs of my fingers across her warm cheek. The sensation has me spinning, rolling thunder rumbling in my chest as she brings her hands to my forearm, holding it in a soft grip, not to pull it away, but to keep it in place.

“Annie,” I say, giving in to the explosion roaring through me, painful and exquisite at the same time. I don’t know if I want to press on. Hope wells up inside me like the bait on a hook, ready to jerk me from the warmth of the moment into the knife ready to pierce my heart. “Don’t play with me.”

“Aren’t we playing?” she answers, her eyes searching mine as her breathing quickens and my pulse feels like it’s going to pound through my temples. The mixture of her innocent, naïve exterior and the tempting vixen in her eyes has me drunk and wavering on what to do next.

“I’m not. I’m done playing. We’ve been playing for two fucking years and for the life of me I can’t remember why.”

Acknowledgement shines in her eyes, an agreement softening her face, and in that moment we are in the same place and I want to devour her and make sure this feeling never leaves us.

“You’re shaking.” She looks at her hands still on my forearm. “Are you scared of me?”

Yes, because you’re doing things to me that could make me love you. That could drive away all the walls and mortar I’ve built around me to keep me from feeling like this.

“Naw, Cupid. Not scared.”

“Cupid?”

“Yeah. You shot me with your arrow, baby. Pierced my armor with that sweet, cupid face of yours.”

As the thought tumbles in my head, I answer her with a kiss that explodes from me onto her sweet lips as she squeaks in surprise., I’m already lost in her flavor, gorging myself on the taste I’ve dreamed of for too long, and it’s better than any conjuring of fantasy I played out in my mind while I fisted myself and released more violent orgasms thinking of her than I can count.

What makes me most depraved is, I’ve saved something from many of those fantasies for her. Because I’m a sick piece of work. But I push away the thought of my perverse mementos for the moment, listening to her soft moan as my tongue wraps around hers, pulling it forward.

All the time wasted releases itself from the prison inside of me and I push her into the back of her car, bracing my arms on the sides of her waist, my hips pumping against nothing, ready to be inside her sweet pussy making sure it knows who it belongs to now.

In all my time following her and watching her, there were a few times I saw dudes looking at her. I gave them a visit and an encyclopedia of reasons why they should never look at her again. We may not have been together, but I made sure no one else thought she was available, because she wasn’t. Isn’t. Will never be.

My tongue moves to her neck, licking and sucking as my cock becomes so enraged at how long I’ve put this off for, I don’t know if I could stop now if I tried.

“God, that feels good.” Her voice shakes with a trembling surprise.

“You didn’t know how good it could feel, did you?”

She shakes her head as I go back to the nape of her neck and listen to her broken moan. “No, God, I didn’t. But, wait…I really should go, I have work in the morning…”

Pride erupts inside of me as I hear what she says, but she makes no attempt to get away. Another soft moan of my name seeps from her pink lips as I work my hand down to her waist, untucking her shirt and working the buttons open as I trace her ear with my tongue, driving my thigh between her legs until her hot cunt is mounted on top.

I open her blouse, tearing it off her shoulders as she looks at me and I’m afraid any second indifference will return to her eyes and this moment will end with the fragile feelings of hope going up in flames. My worry disappears when Annie’s hips start to wiggle on my leg, and I don’t think this could get any better.

And then it does.

“I’ve imagined this,” she hisses, rubbing herself in little spasms along the hard muscles above my knee. “I shouldn’t tell you…”

“You should fucking tell me.” I bang my fists on the trunk of the car, the pulsating urge to possess her in every way making me want to break something at the thought she’s holding anything back from me.

“I’ve thought of you. Of us. Doing this…more than this, too.” I look at her face, the flush of innocence on her cheeks and the way her eyes widen, looking for acceptance, and I give it to her.

I shift her body, driving my hips between her legs as I lift her onto the