Hot Ride – Taken by the Bad-Boy
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Once they arrived at his room, Rip reached into his pocket for the keycard. But before he slid it into the slot, he tucked his finger under Hayley’s chin and tipped it up. “You can still call this off. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“If you want to get rid of me, you’ll have to try harder than that.”
He laughed. “Believe me, the last thing I want to do is get rid of you.” He kissed her.
She pushed the keycard into the slot and opened the door. He pressed his hand to the small of her back and guided her inside.
She smiled. “I’m glad we finally—”
Suddenly, he propelled her back against the door as it closed, trapping her within his arms.
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Hayley sucked in a breath as he pinned her to the door. The heat of him, and the hardness of his muscular body against hers, sent her heart pounding. His strong arms planted on either side of her made her feel like his captive. Her pulse pounded in her ears and hormones blasted through her.
On the way up the elevator, he’d been so considerate and charming. A knight in shining leather.
But now… Oh, God, she was alone in his room. A rough, tattooed biker whom she didn’t know anything about. And he was so big and intimidating. On his arm, right beside her face, she could see the head of a fire breathing dragon tattooed on his arm, the flames lapping along his wrist. It looked so real, she could almost feel the heat from those flames.
Or was it just the heat he stirred within her.
“You look nervous.” He smiled, seemingly unconcerned by her anxiety.
“You surprised me, that’s all.” But there was a quiver in her voice.
“You came here with me because you want to be with a bad-boy.” His face moved close and he nuzzled her neck, his raspy face rough against her skin. “You weren’t expecting roses and wine, were you?”
His lips brushed her neck again and tingles danced through her as goose bumps flashed across her skin. He kissed her temple, then nibbled her ear lobe. When he puffed air into her ear, a murmur of pleasure escaped her lips. She slumped against the door for support as her knees went weak.
He chuckled, then nuzzled her ear. “You like that.” His hands skimmed down her sides, then he grabbed a handful of fabric and tugged lightly at the skirt of her long, slinky dress. “Should I take you right here?”
He tugged a little higher, the hem now at her knees.
“Would you like that?” His lips grazed her neck again. “Being fucked hard and fast against the door?”
His other hand skimmed up the side of her torso, then stopped a hair from her breast. She arched slightly, wanting to feel his big, masculine hand cup her aching flesh.
“Or would you rather I drag you to the chair and bend you over, then take you from behind?”
His lips caressed her jaw and she whimpered as his fingertips lightly stroked the underside of her breast. Just the barest whisper of a touch.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. He tasted of tequila and a hint of beer. She stroked his shoulders, then dragged one hand down his muscular chest, over his rock-hard abs, then the length of the impressive bulge in his pants.
“You’re a take charge kinda guy.” She squeezed his cock. “You decide.”
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”
He pulled her tight to his body, then devoured her mouth. His tongue pushed deep, forcing her mouth wide. Then he shoved her against the door again. She trembled as he grabbed her skirt and pushed it to her waist, then reached underneath and stroked over her panties. He pushed them aside and she gasped when he slid his finger over her slick folds. Then pushed inside.
A slow smile spread across his face. “Yeah, that’s what I want to feel.”
Holding her tight to the door with his hip, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Long, hard, veins throbbed on the shaft. She felt the hot head brush her intimate flesh.
God, he meant it when he said he’d take me right here against the door.
And she wanted him to. She was desperate to feel that huge iron rod glide into her.
His cockhead slid the length of her slit, his hot shaft caressing her until she wanted to cry out for him to shove it inside. As if reading her mind, or more likely the need in her eyes, he positioned his cockhead at her opening then, painfully slowly, pushed inside.
Just an inch.
Her internal muscles clutched at him, as if they could pull him inside.
He moved a little deeper, until his plum-sized cockhead was fully immersed. She whimpered, waiting for him to continue. To push into her all the way. She ached for him.
Then he pulled out and stepped back.
“Now take off the damn dress.”
She reached behind her and unzipped it, then let it drop to the floor. His hot male gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering first on the black lace, strapless bra that held her breasts high, then on the black and red panties, framed by the black garter belt and dark stockings she wore.
She stepped out of the dress, careful not to catch her red spike heels on the fabric and trip. She quivered as he continued to look at her, an appreciative light in his eyes. He stepped closer, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He peeled it from her body, freeing her aching breasts.
Part of her wanted to cover her nipples for modesty’s sake, but a more wicked side wanted him to look at her. To admire her.
He cupped her breast. When his thumb stroked over her hard nub, electricity shot through her. She drew in a slow, deep breath.
“You have beautiful tits.”
She’d never liked that word, but for some reason, when he said it, it turned her on.
Probably because she was so incredibly hot after him teasing her with his cock. That and his thumb gliding over her nipple, making it throb with need. She could barely think straight. If he wanted her to call them tits, she would. Anything to prolong this tortuous pleasure.
He took her hands and placed them over her breasts. “Now you touch them.”
She hesitated as he stepped back.
“Caress them. Pinch the nipples.”
She stroked them, then squeezed each nipple between her thumb and index finger. The nubs ached painfully. They wanted to be in his hands. In his mouth, with him sucking. Hard.
As she pinched her nipples, he tugged his tie off and tossed it aside, then stripped his shirt over his head and discarded that, too.
“Do you like touching yourself like that?” he asked.
“I do if it turns you on.” She pinched her nipple hard, pleasure-pain spiking through her.
He smiled. “Really? What else would you do to turn me on?”
She slid one hand over her breast, then down her belly until her fingertips found the elastic at the top of her panties. She brushed it lightly.
“Anything you want.”
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God, hearing her say those words made his cock twitch. And the way she stared at him. Her wide green eyes so serious. Fuck, just what would she be willing to do? Several thoughts crowded through his brain, but he pushed them aside. He didn’t want to scare her away.
He smiled. Yet.
“Good.” He unbuttoned his dress pants and dropped them to the floor, then stripped off his boxers. “Take off your panties,” he said as he stepped toward her.
He watched as she pushed the little lace garment down her long, shapely legs, then dropped them to the floor. Once she stood up, his gaze locked on her clean-shaven pussy. His cock throbbed to be inside that melting hot cunt again.
But right now he had other ideas. He planted his hand on the top of her head and pressed downward. She crouched in front of him, until his cock was in front of her face. The feel of her delicate hands wrapping around him was intensely erotic. Then she opened her ruby red lips and wrapped them around him.
He groaned at the feel of her hot mouth surrounding him.
Fuck, they weren’t even three steps from the door yet and his cock was in her mouth. This was one fucking hot woman.
Her tongue swirled over his tip. Round and round. Then she squeezed him in her mouth, eliciting a groan from him. Her hands squeezed, too, and she stroked his shaft, while she sucked his cockhead.
He curled his fingers through her long, raven hair.
“That’s good, doll. I want you to make me come in your mouth.”
She glided forward and back, taking him deeper with each stroke, until finally he was gliding into her throat. God, she knew how to give head. She glided forward, taking him incredibly deep and he pulled her face close to him, wanting to stay inside her forever.
She cupped his balls and stroked. He released her head, needing more movement and she continued gliding forward and back. Her mouth squeezed and then she sucked. Then she swallowed, causing incredible suction. He groaned at the exquisite feel.
“Fuck, I’m so close.”
She moved faster. Pumping his shaft. Sucking him. Heat washed through him and his balls tightened.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
Pure pleasure washed over him as his cock exploded in the warmth of her mouth. She sucked and licked him as he released inside her, the orgasm shuddering through his body.
“Fuck, you are one hot piece of ass,” he said as he withdrew from her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and spun her around, then wrapped his arm around her waist. Her warm, soft body was tight against him. He cupped her breast and squeezed, enjoying the feel of her soft, round flesh in his hand.
Her nipple was as hard as a large pearl and he kneaded it with his thumb. She whimpered and arched her back, driving her ass hard against his pelvis. But his cock was spent. She was so in need of a hard cock, but he didn’t have one to give her. Still stroking her breast, he glided his other hand down her belly, then over her mound. His fingers dipped between her thighs, then he glided along her slick slit.
“You want me bad, eh, baby?”
Her reply was a moan as he found her opening and pushed two fingers inside. He drove deep, loving the feel of her slick canal enveloping him. He found her clit with his thumb and finger fucked her while stroking her sensitive nub.
He nuzzled her neck. “How close are you?”
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Hayley thought she’d faint from pleasure as his big, thick fingers drove inside her at the same time as his thumb swirled over her clit, driving her insane with need. All she could manage in answer to his question was a moan.
He chuckled. “That’s nice, baby, but I want an actual answer.”
Pleasure swamped her senses as his fingers drove deeper and she clenched around him.
“Are you close to coming?”
She nodded, then found her voice.
“Oh, God. I’m so close.”
He laughed. “You don’t have to call me God. Master will do.”
Surprise lurched through her. “Master?” But his fingers drove deep again and it came out on a moan.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy.” His fingers continued to drive into her. “Definitely call me master.”
His thumb swiped over her clit and she blasted over the edge, flying into ecstasy on a long moan. As the waves of pleasure consumed her, she felt herself spun around, then suddenly the wall was at her back and hot, hard flesh pushed at her wet opening.
His big cock drove into her, slamming her against the wall and she moaned as it drove her pleasure higher. He drew back and rammed deep again.
She clung to his shoulders as he thrust into her. Deep and hard. Again and again.
“Oh, yes. Ohhhhh….” She nearly wept at the incredible joy of his big cock driving into her.
He nipped her ear. “Fuck, woman.” The guttural words were full of need.
Then she felt him stiffen and hot liquid filled her. He drove deep a few more times as she rode the final waves of her multiple orgasms, then they both collapsed against the wall gasping.
“Oh, God, that was incredible,” she murmured once she found her breath.
He kissed her neck and laughed. “I told you to call me master.”
With that, he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He tugged off her shoes and tossed them aside, then climbed in beside her. She found herself cocooned in his arms, facing away from him. Their two bodies fit together perfectly. His hand cupped her breast possessively.
“Now get some sleep. We’ll continue this later.”
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You just finished reading a scene from “Hot Ride”, Part of the Ready to Ride Series by New York Times Bestselling Author Opal Carew.
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