Page 79 of Riding Hard

“You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. You got that?”

She hums but doesn’t answer me. Instead, she reaches for my wrist and guides my palm to the center of her chest. I let out a grunt, feeling the soft skin between her tits.

“I don’t think I will,” she murmurs. “I’ve missed you.”

Fuck.

This woman is going to be my complete undoing, and I can’t fucking wait for it to happen. “Touch me, Slade.”

Say. Fucking. Less.

That was the permission I needed. The invisible string snaps between us, and I glide my palm down her stomach to the waist of her pants before I stop.

Turning my hand, I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts, gliding my knuckles along her belly. Her muscles tremble beneath my touch, my lips curving up at the feel of it before I pull her shorts down her legs and watch as they pool at her feet.

Taking a step back before I rush us into the shower and ruin my clothes, I strip out of my cut, shirt, boots, and jeans until I’m as naked as she is. I watch as her eyes drag down my body, stopping at my cock before her tongue peeks out and slides across her bottom lip.

That only makes me harder. I want those soft, wet lips wrapped around my dick and sucking me hard. I want to fuck her mouth and remind her who she belongs to. I want to erase every single fucking memory of that sonofabitch.

Juliette’s fingers grip my biceps, holding on to me there tightly, her nails digging into my skin. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers before I slip my fingers between her legs. She whimpers as I move them through her folds. I circle her clit before I dip them inside her.

She moans against my mouth, lashing my tongue with hers. I continue to fuck her with my fingers, careful not to be rough, but I’m starting to lose the grasp I have on my control. She’s soft and warm, her pussy is wet, and her mouth tastes so goddamn good.

Curling my fingers inside her, I press my palm against her clit. She rolls her hips, and I growl. She swallows the sound before she rips her mouth from mine. “I’m going to come,” she calls out softly.

I don’t stop my movements. She needs to come, and I want to feel her squeeze my fingers with her cunt. She cries out again, though it’s soft and I almost don’t hear it, but I feel her, and she comes just as she promised.

Slipping my fingers from inside her, I lift them to her lips, painting them with her release. She slips her tongue out, sliding it across her lips, tasting herself. Then she turns around and walks into the shower, though her legs tremble as she does.

Once the water hits her skin, it’s like something snaps, and I follow her into the warm stall. Wrapping my arms around her, I try to keep from pressing my hard cock against the crack of her ass, but I’m sure I fail.

Before I realize what’s happening, she spins around, her eyes searching mine as she slowly sinks down to her knees. “Honey,” I call out softly.

Juliette shakes her head once. “I want this,” she whispers. “I want to erase him again.”

Before I can respond to her words, she opens her mouth and takes me down her throat. My eyes instantly roll back in my head as I tilt my head backward. Fuck me. This is amazing. She is amazing.

She moves up and down along my length. I open my eyes and straighten my head before I tip my chin slightly and look down at her. Her gaze finds mine, and she looks up at me through her lashes as she continues to move.

I shift my fingers through the strands of her hair at the side of her head, gripping it there slightly. The water beats down on her. Selfishly, I think it looks hot as fuck. Her body dripping with water, fuck, it’s hot as shit.

Flexing my hips, I fuck her mouth slightly as she moves forward. She takes as much of me down her throat as she can, and I know I’m supposed to check in with her and make sure she’s okay, but it feels too good to question it.

I grip her hair tighter. I’m close. I try to tug her head back so I don’t come down her throat, but she doesn’t stop, and then it comes… or rather, I come. Hard and fast. And she swallows every fucking drop.

CHAPTER

SIXTY-FOUR

JULIETTE

I’ve come to the conclusion that Slade won’t touch me unless I give him explicit permission to do so. I know he’s being considerate. It’s very sweet too. I can tell he’s scared to death of traumatizing me further.

It just makes me fall in love with him that much more. I honestly don’t know how he’s stayed single this long. I’m without a doubt certain it was solely by choice. I can’t imagine a woman not trying to hold on to him with both hands and never letting go, because that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

I don’t think he realizes that no matter what Victor did to me, I’ll never, ever feel his hands on me when it’s Slade’s. There is just something so inherently different about them.

Slade is the only one I want.