Run Wild Horses

Chapter 8

You got a Daytona gold tan, skin like the soft sand
Girl you're as cool as the blue on a cold can
Little bit of wild child, coming through that tipsy smile
With you wearing whatever the hell you want kind of style
The kind of naughty habit I could get used to, heh
You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
Girl you drive me fifty shades of crazy

***SMUT WARNING***

I'm surprised to feel his palm smack against my bare ass cheek. It stings, but fuck if that wasn't an even bigger turn on.

His lips are kissing a trail up my spine, his fingertips are grazing my skin, giving me goosebumps. Everything is tingling. Every one of my senses are heightened in anticipation.

"How do you want it tiger?" He asks seductively.

"Hard. And rough." I answer without a moments hesitation.

"Fuck that's hot." He growls, then his palm smacked my other ass cheek. Well hell, I said I wanted it rough. Admittedly, I liked it. I shouldn't have been so surprised, I do have a little bit of a kinky side that only a very few know about.

The bed dipped slightly as he positioned himself behind me, his hands went between my knees to separate my legs wider, finally, I felt his latex covered tip at my entrance begin to push in, slowly easing into me. I pushed back against him eagerly, a desperate need to be filled. I inhaled sharply as I feel him inch by inch. He's barely moved yet, giving me time to adjust, and I can already tell he's thick. It's not until he pulls out and thrusts back in that I can really feel the length and thickness of him, stretching me every time he slams into me. He may have started slow, but he's not going easy on me now. He's giving me what I asked for and then some.

"Holy fuck." I whimper, as I'm being completely and utterly ruined. He increases his pace, his fingers digging in my hips as his thrusts come harder and faster. It feels so damn good as he fucks me from behind, this position and this angle allowing me to feel every impressive inch of him driving deep inside of me. I knew he would fuck me good, but what no idea just how good.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. He grabs my hair into a ponytail and tugs on it, and that fuels my desire even more. So hot, and so dirty. My fists grip onto the sheets beneath me, trying to anchor myself. I feel the heat throughout my entire body. His pace was relentless. Pounding so hard into to me, that my inevitable explosion was bound to occur. I was so ready for it. I had been anticipating it for so long. My body tightens so much during my release, I'm a bit surprised that it didn't push him over the edge.

Once I come down from my high, he pulls out of me and flips me onto my back. I grab onto the back of his head and pull him down on top of me. He slides back inside of me as my legs wrap around him, continuing with the same hard, fast pace. I needed to get fucked, and he did not disappoint. His strokes were deep and hit that spot inside of me that had me quivering in pleasure.

"You're so tight. Feel so damn good." He murmured against my lips before pressing them against mine. His tongue diving in and out of my mouth matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and the thought was so erotic and sexy that it had me spiraling towards another orgasm within a matter of minutes.

"Yes. Yes." I cry out in the throes of it, as I dug my nails into his back and shoulder, needing something to ground me from the orgasm that was taking over my body, and he hissed under his breath, my fingertips scraping against his skin fueling his passion and his thrusts came harder and faster repeatedly hitting my G-spot.

My entire body was on fire. A literal inferno. A scorching hot, quivering mess. Yet another orgasm was building. I could feel it burning in the pit of my stomach, intense heat traveling down my body, down to the tips of my toes. My clit was pulsing. Everything felt tingly and hypersensitive. I had never had multiple orgasms before, and I could already tell that the two I had already experienced weren't going to have anything on this one.

Waves of intense pleasure crashed over my body, and my vision went hazy before my eyelids began fluttering, then finally rolled back into my head. I released the most sinful moan as my walls began clenching and my thighs began shaking. Holy fuck. I think I'm seeing stars.

Ryan followed soon after, maybe my last earth shattering orgasm had pushed him over the edge. I arched my back beneath him, my hips rising up to meet his deep thrusts and his previously smooth strokes then became sloppy as he chased his own release. Moaning and grunting as the warmth of his seed filled the latex barrier between us. His release sent a chain of mini spasms throughout my lower body. I was so ruined.

Holy fuck!

He rolled off of me, both of us panting from exertion, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The scent of arousal still lingering in the air. I felt weightless, as limp as a rag doll. My body was  thoroughly spent. I had just been fucked really, really good. I was not going to regret this, I vowed to myself.

"Fuck that was hot." He choked out with ragged breath, as he pulled off the used condom and dropped it in the wastebasket next to the bed. All I could do was nod in agreement. Hot was an understatement, but my thoroughly fucked brain could not come up with any other word to describe it, so hot would just have to suffice. It was probably for the best anyway that I was unable to form the words. No need to inflate his ego even more. He knew just how good he was.

Neither of us spoke again, frankly, I was still at a loss for words, and it wasn't long before I heard his soft snores. His ass had actually passed out on me.

I didn't feel like moving. I was physically drained. I didn't have a way back to Chase and Courtney's, and I really didn't feel like waiting on a car. I was tired. This bed was really comfortable and it smelled so damn good. Fuck it. I would just stay the night. I grabbed my phone and shot a quick text to Courtney so she wouldn't worry when I didn't come home.

Having a great time. Gonna crash here for the night. See ya in the a.m.

She replied with a thumbs up. I knew I was going to get a lot of questions from Courtney in the morning, I'm sure she would figure out that I had hooked up with Ryan, but I would deal with that later. I'd probably tell her all about it anyway. For now, I just needed sleep. I was sure I would be sore in the morning, but totally worth it.

I looked over at Ryan sleeping. He was so damn hot. Okay, so I really didn't hate him. I wasn't sure if I really liked him, but definitely no hate.

Not gonna lie...Not even close...No contest...best sex of my life. Maybe what everyone said about Ryan was true. He wasn't so bad after all.