Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Give me your phone,” I order, and she complies. God, watching her move naked with such confidence makes me hard. She makes her way back to me with her phone in hand.
Taking it from her, “I’m gonna program my number, Stud’s number, and the number to Honey’s shop. You need anything you call me. You can’t reach me because I might be out on some business, you call Stud or Honey. They’ll get you sorted.”
I’m tapping away on the phone when she drops to her knees in front of me. Before I can think about what I’m doing or her for that matter, I feel the heat of her lips engulf the tip of my cock. Her right hand comes up to stroke my shaft as I’m too big for her to take all the way in. With her left hand, she cups my balls as she begins to work my cock.
“Oh my fucking God.” I thrust into her as she takes her knuckle to knead just behind my balls while sucking then releasing.
All thoughts of phone numbers are gone as I throw her phone to the bed. With my hands gripping her head, I push her close and pull her back, setting the perfect pace. It’s building, I feel the orgasm rising as I grip her hair tugging.
She moans sending me right over the edge. Swallowing what she can, some slips down her chin as I look down and she’s looking up to me in a vision I’ll never forget.
“Killin’ me, sweets.” I mutter as I finish rolling through my release.
She pulls back, wiping her mouth while I notice some had fallen to her tit. It takes every bit of focus to keep my cock from coming back for another round. I want her.
I want this.
Hellions first, though, and I have a transport to get to.
“Didn’t want you to forget me, sugar,” she whispers sauntering away to the bathroom. “And the way that cock works, didn’t want to waste a good hard on.” Her laugh is fucking magic.
“Impossible,” is all I manage to reply.
Knowing if I stay here any longer, it will be my ass with Tripp, I let her go. Gathering up my things, I grab her phone once again to send myself a text from her number really quick. Later, I’ll be sure to talk to her about having a passcode on that phone. For now, I have to get going.
Big wheels keep on turning, even when the body wants to keep this attraction burning.
Rolling.
That is my life as a Hellion. Always rolling.
One ride to the next.
FIVE
SARA
“The porch light is on, but ain’t nobody been home for a good long while.”
I have lost my ever-loving fucking mind, but it is absolutely, without a doubt worth it!
My thoughts are all over the place as I go to the bathroom and start the shower. Half of me hopes he comes in here to join me, and the other half is praying he’s gone when I emerge. I don’t care about the walk of shame or morning after awkwardness.
For once, I am speechless.
How did this even happen?
My body is sore in the best possible way as I step under the water. I begin to wet my hair thinking back to how it felt when he braided it for the ride.
I rode a motorcycle.
Never in a million years did I expect this to be part of my life, even if only for one night.
Oh hell, I’ve had a one-night-stand. Look, I’m not a clutch my pearls, take my ass to confession kind of girl about sex, but I’ve never had a random hook-up. At least not one where I don’t exactly know his name. His friends call him Country Boy, I remember that from the coffee shop. It’s also the patch on his cut. I’ve seen those tv shows and know that means it’s his road-name, but his real name, who knows!
My mind and emotions are all over the place. The way he touched me, fuck! Never has my body been so on fire with a burn he seems to ignite more with every touch. Never have I ever had orgasms come that I didn’t have work for in some way, whether by instruction or just plain taking over. He hit every single spot inside me in ways I didn’t know exist. The way he speaks, just the slight rasp to his voice, with his Carolina twang, every freaking word turns me on.
This magnificent man knows all the right words, like good girl. Yes, I became a puddle right then and there. Thank goodness for the dark of night so he couldn’t see the damn wet spot I was sure to have left on the seat of his motorcycle last night and that was before I learned how much he could make me come with his fingers, his mouth, and his dick.