Page 35 of The Riders’ Reign

My hand slides down her body, down to her thighs, and under her short dress until I have my palm resting on her hip where her thong elastic meets her skin. She lifts her hips, a clear sign she needs more. What my girl wants, she gets.

I hook my fingers in the elastic and yank her panties down her thighs. Helping me out, she kicks them off her bare feet. Then I grab those gorgeous thighs of hers and duck lower to cover her pussy with my mouth.

There’s a desperation between us, a sense of us both wanting and needing to feel something other than worry and fear, if only for a moment. I eat her hungrily, moaning my pleasure as her wetness coats my tongue. Her fingers spear into my hair and she yanks at the roots, making my dick even harder. I plunge my tongue as deep inside her pussy as I can get it, feeling her inner muscles pulse around me, then slide back out to suckle on her swollen little clit.

“Oh, Ace.” Her cries of my name are breathy and incredibly sexy. “I want you, please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

How can a man possibly say no?

I lift my face from her pussy and look up into her eyes. They’re hooded with arousal, her lips parted and plump. We’re both breathing heavily.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her.

“I need you, Ace. Please…”

She’s begging me…

I reach down and undo my jeans, yanking them down my hips just far enough that my cock springs free. She’s still in her dress, but now it’s rucked up around her waist. We make no attempt to rid ourselves of any more clothing. Our need for one another burns too hot to wait another second.

Crawling back up her body, I position myself between her thighs. She grabs the back of my head, roughly dragging me in for another kiss. Knowing she can taste herself on my tongue only makes this hotter.

Without wasting another second, I hold my cock at the base, positioning the head at her wet heat, and ram inside her, deep and hard. She cries out, her head thrown back, her back arched.

I take a moment to absorb how she feels surrounding me, so perfect and tight, a glove around my cock, then I slide back out and drive deep again, making her body jolt.

“Oh, fuck, Ace. That feels so good,” she gasps.

I place my forehead to hers and fuck her harder. Her fingers claw at my back, nails digging into my t-shirt and marking the skin below. Her hips meet mine thrust for thrust. Our mouths clash with impatient, clumsy kisses. She clings to me like she’s afraid I might drift away, like I’m anchoring her to the earth, and I lose myself inside this beautiful, brave girl.

“God, Ace. Please… oh, fuck…”

She’s on the verge of losing it, and so am I. Everything happened in a matter of minutes—a playfight turning into a frantic, fast fuck that we both desperately needed. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than inside my princess, and I swear I’ll give her anything she wants if it makes her happy.

I reach between us, pressing my thumb to her clit. Her breathy cries get louder and her pussy clenches around me. We lose all pace and rhythm, and pleasure courses through my body, culminating in a heady rush racing down my spine and out through my cock. With a roar of pleasure against her mouth, I ram myself as deep inside her as it’s possible to get and spill my seed in several thrusts. My toes curl and my eyes squeeze shut. I’m sure they’ve just rolled back in my fucking head with the power of this pleasure. My ass and thigh muscles are rigid and quivering, and Camile’s pussy ripples around my dick, clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, as her own orgasm works its way through her body.

We’re both left shaking and gasping for breath, holding each other tight.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me neither.”

I push her hair, damp with sweat, away from her face, and kiss her again. I’m still inside her, growing softer, but neither of us makes any effort to move. I could happily stay this way forever, especially if it means we don’t have to think about what’s happened to Jack or Ghost, or Camile’s family. I’d die happy in this little cocoon of us.

But Camile lightly pushes at my shoulder. “We’re going to have to move, or we’re going to make a mess of the couch.”

She gives me a cute little grin, and my heart swells. Fuck, I love this girl.

“I’ve got this,” I tell her.

I hook her legs around my hips, with me still inside her—just—and lift her, so she’s straddling me. She squeals and laughs, especially when my jeans fall the rest of the way down my legs. I’d kick them off, but I’m still in my boots, so all that happens is I’m shackled by my jeans. Undeterred, I keep going, in a weird little penguin walk toward the hallway.

“What are you doing?” she giggles.

I keep her clamped to me, my cock still plugging her pussy. “To the bathroom, we go!”

She laughs, and I know I’ll make a fool of myself a thousand times over to hear that sound again.

I carry her into the bathroom, and, still holding her with one arm, use my other hand to grab a washcloth and run it under some warm water.