Page 9 of Riding Hard

God, I want him. All of him… now!

His rough palm makes its way to my cheek and his eyes dial in on mine. He’s careful but heavy with his touch, and as he angles in, my lips buzz with anticipation, and my panties flood. His tongue grazes my bottom lip, and a low growl vibrates through his chest.

Big, rough hands explore my body as he kisses me slowly. My lips, my neck, the lobe of my ears. His soft beard scratches against my skin and his fingertips press into my hips. I’ve never felt this wanted.

My head tips back and his teeth scrape against my shoulder as another growl settles into his throat.

I could die right here, right now.My chest squeezes with anticipation.

He grips my thigh and stares toward me. “This is wrong, Bella. Tell me this is wrong. Remind me why I shouldn’t fuck you.” His tone is so deep, and my panties are so creamy, that I couldn’t be the voice of reason if my life depended on it.

Sigh after sigh spills from my lips as his hand wanders further up my thigh.

Touch me. For the love of God,touch me!

His fingertips graze over the top of my cotton. “You’re soaking wet, sweetheart.” He rubs harder, deeper, strumming back and forth over the thin fabric.

“Yeah,” I moan, following the outline of his hard cock that’s still trapped in his jeans. He’s long, thick, and pulsating against my touch.

My pussy aches. I want to free him, ride him, let him spread me wide. I stroke his dick beneath the thick fabric.

“You’re going to kill me if you keep touching me like that,” he groans, tucking his hand into my panties. He’s careful, but you can tell there’s a roughness about him he can’t control.

A roughness I need more of.

Within seconds, his thick fingers are spreading me wide, thrusting into me as his beard scrubs against my neck and his teeth scrape against my skin. “Good girl.” His breath is ragged as he speaks.

I unbuckle his jeans and tuck my hand in, stroking his hot cock back and forth as he thrusts into me. I was right. He’s huge, and I have no idea how he’ll ever fit inside of me. I’m a virgin in the purest sense of the word. I’ve never used a vibrator. I’ve never tried a dildo or any other long, thick object. And while I’ve played with myself, I never really got to where I was going.

With one hand in my panties, thrusting, Diesel uses the other to hold my face, and kiss my lips. I’m finally out of the darkness of my nightmare. I’m the girl in the room with light, feeling the pleasure, enjoying a man.

His thumb rubs across my clit and my eyes close as every nerve in my body tightens. “Don’t stop touching me!” I let go of his cock and rock against his hand as my head goes numb. I’m not talking proverbially numb. I can feel a gray fuzz spreading over every lobe in my brain until I feel his hot breath on my neck, his rough beard on my shoulder, and his big hand grinding against my clit and thrusting into my pussy. My hips tighten and my waves of pleasure splash through my groin.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” His tone is graveled and commanding, sending me over the edge.

I grip his shoulders tight and throw my head back as I’m consumed with pleasure.

My eyes are closed, so I don’t see Diesel staring, but I feel him there. His eyes are on me, studying me. I want to be in his head. I want him to think of me when he’s touching himself. I want him to think of this moment with my hair a wild mess and my lips parted when I’m moaning on his cock.

When the fuzz in my brain starts to dissipate, I lift my head and open my eyes slowly, staring toward the giant I’ve been mounting. His cock is somehow harder, pressing against my thigh.

He growls low. “I need you on my cock, sweetheart.” Nowhisbrain has gone to mush. I see it in his eyes, and I want nothing more than to feel his hot come all over me.

I drag my hand down over his shoulder, following the lines of dark ink that pop in the shadows of light casting across the room. “Fuck me, Diesel. Spread me open!”

I’ve barely said the words when his phone begins vibrating in his pocket. This seems to shake him out of the daze he’s been in. “I’m sorry. I need to check that really quick. I sent the guys after Nico. I told them to call if they’re in trouble.”

“Wait. What? Why are you going after Nico? I thought this was between us? Remember? In the truck? I asked if you’d keep this between us.” A burning rage replaces the desire I was feeling only a second ago. “You told me I could trust you. That’s why I’m here… coming on your lap.”

His brows narrow as though he’s confused. “You can trust me. I’m taking care of your problem. You won’t have to sleep outside in that tent or worry for your life once I get rid of Nico.”

I push away from Diesel as the aching from my clit diverts toward my heart. A second ago, I was set to take this man’s cock in every place imaginable. Now, I’m sick to my stomach. “What about my father? Nico has men, too. He’ll go after my dad. We talked about this.”

Diesel looks toward me, his hand on my face as though he’s about to explain something to a toddler.

Why did I ever think I could trust a man?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was only trying to help. I need to know you’re safe, Bella. Always. That’s always going to be my top priority.”