Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(60)

“Yes.”


“Raunchy, nasty, and wrong.”


“Yes.”


“But you still want it, don’t you?”


“God, yes.”


“Good girl. I’ve got plenty of lube, but no guarantee I can f*ck you slow once I’m buried balls deep in this sweet untried ass, understand?”


She swallowed and appeared to nod.


“No condom either, remember? I’m clean. I want you to feel the heat when I come inside you. Sweet darlin’, I wanna make this good for you.” He whispered, “So good.


Will you let me?”


“Okay.”


Carter squirted lube on his hand, making a fist as he coated his cock. He slicked up her hole, squeezing gel inside that dark entrance. His hands shook. Sweat dripped into his eye. He blinked it back as he spread her ass cheeks and placed the tip of his cock at the virgin opening. “You’re so pretty here. Every part of you is so beautiful. I wish you could see…”


He held back and tried to level his breathing and his anticipation. Concentrating on the sexy line in the reverse arch of her spine. Inhaling the sweet aroma of the whipping cream laced with the scent of her juices. An underlying hint of apples and caramel and sugar. A faint whiff of his own musk.


Macie gyrated her hips and pushed back. “Just do it.”


Didn’t need to ask him twice. One solid push and he was past that ring of muscle and buried in that tight, tight, hot channel.


His head fell back in awe at how damn good it felt.


“Shit. That hurts.”


“Relax.”


“Don’t move.”


“Breathe, darlin’. Come on. It’ll feel good if you let me move.” More sweat tracked his chest as he waited for her to calm down.


“Okay. Go slow.”


Carter eased completely out. She sucked in a harsh breath as he slid back in. And out. And in. And out. Slow.


Faster faster faster. Ream her. Grind into her hard and deep. Show her who’s in charge.


She whimpered.


“Christ on a crutch this feels so goddamn good it’s killin’ me. I gotta go just a little faster. Shit. Hang on.” In. Out. In. Out. Hot, wet and tight as he sank in to the root. A hot suctioning pull as he withdrew slowly until that ring of muscles clenched around his glans.


“Carter. Please. Hold on a second.”


His stomach jumped and he froze with just the plump head of his cock in her ass.


“You want me to stop?”


“No. I changed my mind. Don’t go slow. Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.


Make me burn. Make me scream. Make me yours.” Macie drove back and impaled herself on his cock.


Carter slapped her ass and let loose the animal inside him. He shuttled in and out of her ass, ramming harder and harder. Loving the way she accepted this harsher edge of lust, of him. Gripping her hips to keep her in place. Leaving finger-shaped bruises on her beautiful tawny skin. Stretching her to take every inch of him. Marking her. Owning her.


“Oh. Yes. The pillow…is rubbing my…clit. Faster. Faster, damn you!”


He went a little insane at her sexy pleas and reamed her, rode her hard. Lost his mind in her heat, increasing the friction on her clit, rushing her toward the climax she was chasing.


Macie shrieked.


The sensations—hot, tight, slick, coupled with her orgasm—were too much. He arched, plunged his cock as deep as it would go and stopped, blowing his seed inside her with a hoarse shout as her muscles clamped down and milked him dry.


Carter stayed still, humbled, spent, and breathless in body and soul.


He slumped across her sweat-covered back, keeping that intimate, heady connection as long as possible. When he could function again, he scattered kisses over her shoulders.


“You drive me out of my f*ckin’ mind with wantin’ you, Macie. I can’t hold back nothin’. I want every damn thing with you, want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I have since the moment I met you.”


She went absolutely rigid beneath him.


“What, sweet darlin?”


“I can’t feel my arms.”


“Shit.” He sat up, memorizing the sweet way those muscles yielded to his cock as he eased out. Then he gently rolled her over and undid the ropes. She was breathing hard and her eyes were squeezed shut. He brushed soft kisses across her mouth and over the red marks on her wrists. “Be right back.” He cleaned himself up and brought back a warm washrag to do the same for her.



Macie was still sprawled on her back. Using tender, soft strokes, he wiped her belly and thighs. Rinsed, and cleaned the stickiness from between her legs. Then he crawled in bed beside her, giving her no choice but to let him hold her.


Carter knew her silence was an attempt to put distance between them. Not a chance in hell of that happening. He kissed the top of her head. “So, I guess me f*ckin’ you in the ass tonight went beyond normal couple stuff, huh?”


Macie burst out laughing. “You are a dumbass, McKay.”