good.” He lifted her, then thrust upward once more. “Ride me.”
Her hand grabbed his shoulders and she did as he’d asked. She rode him like he was the bull at Gilley’s. “Don’t stop,” she said through breathy moans. “Just don’t stop.”
He pumped into her, building the pleasure deep between her legs. “Not a chance. You’re a sweet girl.”
At the moment she didn’t feel like a sweet girl. She felt like the kind of girl who wanted to bury her face in Nate’s neck and bite him hard.
He slid one hand to the place where their bodies joined and touched her there without missing a beat of his pumping hips. “Your little muffin’s so sweet.” Another deep groan spilled past his lips “So good.”
He’s a groaner , she thought just as the first wave of orgasm heated her skin, radiating outward from the hot coil getting tighter with every stroke. “Nate,” she called out as he plunged faster. Harder, as his fingers stayed with her, turning her mindless to anything but the pleasure racing through and rushing across her skin, until she opened her mouth to scream. The sound died in her throat as wave after luscious wave rolled through her. Her muscles pulsed and contracted, gripping him hard. His heavy breathing stirred the hair stuck to her damp throat and he shoved into her one last time as his hands gripped her thighs.
He whispered her name and crushed her to his chest as if he wanted to absorb her into his chest. “Sweet baby Jesus,” he whispered as Becca saw spots behind her closed eyelids. She’d never had such an intense orgasm, didn’t recall it being so good, and she feared she might faint from pleasure overload. He remained deeply embedded in her body when he looked up at her and smiled. “That was good, Becca. Do you know how good you are?”
Instead of admitting that she didn’t, she returned his smile. “Do you know how good you are?”
“Of course. Come home with me and let me do that some more.”
She didn’t have to work tomorrow. She could stay awake until the sun came up. “Do you need a ride home?”
“I do.” His penis stirred within her. “Tell me you want to spend all night in bed with me.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Yes, I do.”
Chapter 5
NATE SQUINTED A GAINST the morning light piercing his eyes through the small bathroom window. He turned on the shower, then stepped inside. In the kitchen, Becca was making pancakes and juice, giving him just enough time to wash up.
Last night had been the best sex of his life. Every orgasm felt like it had been ripped from the center of his core. The second, third¸ and fourth had been just as intense as the first.
He hurried and scrubbed his hair and body. He wanted more time with her before she left. And he especially wanted to watch her make pancakes while wearing his old “Parrish Classics” T-shirt.
He felt more than just like for Becca and he wanted more from her in return. He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, only that he wanted more.
He dried his skin and stepped into a clean pair of cargo pants. More of her smiles and laughter and bad date stories. More touches and kisses and more of her sweet, sweet body. He wrapped a towel around his neck and walked bare-chested from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The room was empty and the still frozen juice sat on the counter alongside the box of pancake mix. She hadn’t started to cook. Good, that meant more time for him to watch. “Becca?” he called out.
“In here.”
He followed her voice and raised the towel to the side of his head. “What are you doing?” he asked as he moved the living room, but the question hung in the air, unanswered. His feet came to an abrupt halt and his hand dropped to his side. Holly Ann sat in his father’s old recliner, her arms across her chest and her foot bobbing with anger.
“You’re back in town.” He didn’t want to look at Becca. He’d rather shoot himself than see the anger she must be feeling right
Her hand grabbed his shoulders and she did as he’d asked. She rode him like he was the bull at Gilley’s. “Don’t stop,” she said through breathy moans. “Just don’t stop.”
He pumped into her, building the pleasure deep between her legs. “Not a chance. You’re a sweet girl.”
At the moment she didn’t feel like a sweet girl. She felt like the kind of girl who wanted to bury her face in Nate’s neck and bite him hard.
He slid one hand to the place where their bodies joined and touched her there without missing a beat of his pumping hips. “Your little muffin’s so sweet.” Another deep groan spilled past his lips “So good.”
He’s a groaner , she thought just as the first wave of orgasm heated her skin, radiating outward from the hot coil getting tighter with every stroke. “Nate,” she called out as he plunged faster. Harder, as his fingers stayed with her, turning her mindless to anything but the pleasure racing through and rushing across her skin, until she opened her mouth to scream. The sound died in her throat as wave after luscious wave rolled through her. Her muscles pulsed and contracted, gripping him hard. His heavy breathing stirred the hair stuck to her damp throat and he shoved into her one last time as his hands gripped her thighs.
He whispered her name and crushed her to his chest as if he wanted to absorb her into his chest. “Sweet baby Jesus,” he whispered as Becca saw spots behind her closed eyelids. She’d never had such an intense orgasm, didn’t recall it being so good, and she feared she might faint from pleasure overload. He remained deeply embedded in her body when he looked up at her and smiled. “That was good, Becca. Do you know how good you are?”
Instead of admitting that she didn’t, she returned his smile. “Do you know how good you are?”
“Of course. Come home with me and let me do that some more.”
She didn’t have to work tomorrow. She could stay awake until the sun came up. “Do you need a ride home?”
“I do.” His penis stirred within her. “Tell me you want to spend all night in bed with me.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Yes, I do.”
Chapter 5
NATE SQUINTED A GAINST the morning light piercing his eyes through the small bathroom window. He turned on the shower, then stepped inside. In the kitchen, Becca was making pancakes and juice, giving him just enough time to wash up.
Last night had been the best sex of his life. Every orgasm felt like it had been ripped from the center of his core. The second, third¸ and fourth had been just as intense as the first.
He hurried and scrubbed his hair and body. He wanted more time with her before she left. And he especially wanted to watch her make pancakes while wearing his old “Parrish Classics” T-shirt.
He felt more than just like for Becca and he wanted more from her in return. He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, only that he wanted more.
He dried his skin and stepped into a clean pair of cargo pants. More of her smiles and laughter and bad date stories. More touches and kisses and more of her sweet, sweet body. He wrapped a towel around his neck and walked bare-chested from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The room was empty and the still frozen juice sat on the counter alongside the box of pancake mix. She hadn’t started to cook. Good, that meant more time for him to watch. “Becca?” he called out.
“In here.”
He followed her voice and raised the towel to the side of his head. “What are you doing?” he asked as he moved the living room, but the question hung in the air, unanswered. His feet came to an abrupt halt and his hand dropped to his side. Holly Ann sat in his father’s old recliner, her arms across her chest and her foot bobbing with anger.
“You’re back in town.” He didn’t want to look at Becca. He’d rather shoot himself than see the anger she must be feeling right
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