Page 68 of Naughty Ride


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He pressed hard while driving two fingers into my pussy.

Good God, the dexterity in his fingers was phenomenal.

He managed to thrust his fingers in a deeply rhythmic motion while maintaining pressure on my clit.

The combined force started a slow shiver up my spine and across my scalp.

I’d come so many times today, it should be impossible to do it again.

My body defied logic as the orgasm built.

Ash added a third finger.

His tongue stroked mine, the fingers of his other hand plucking and teasing my nipple until I could barely stand the pressure building in the back of my head.

He moved his lips to my ear. “This is all I can offer you, Noelle. I’m not a good man. I never will be. I am the devil in disguise, and I will ruin you.”

I came in a rush of strangled sounds, sagging against Ash as the waves crashed over me.

He soothed me with soft kisses, sliding his fingers from me.

Grinning, he popped them into his mouth and licked them clean. “Better than any candy.”

I struggled to control my thudding heartbeat and reached for his belt.

“Noelle.” My name had never been said that way before, with exasperation and need all twisted together. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to suck your cock.” I ripped the fly open on his jeans and sank to my knees on the cold concrete.

I should be freezing, but Ash kept me warm.

Thoughts of feeling him explode in my mouth overruled any sense of discomfort.

I pulled his cock free and wrapped my lips around the head.

“Fuck.” Ash threaded his fingers into my hair and framed my head in his hands. “And here I thought I was the one with an oral fetish.”

I lapped the head of his cock with my tongue, then ran it the length of his shaft, nipping at the hot skin as I worked my way to the base and back up again.

He pumped his hips toward me when I encircled him and sucked hard enough to press my cheeks into my teeth.

Blood roared in my ears, and through it, I heard his groans.

His hands trembled like he was holding himself back.

I grinned around his girth and worked him into my throat the way Rafe had taught me.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play?” Ash locked eyes with me.

His burned feverish, hot enough to blister my skin and set me on fire.

I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock and stroked up and down while mimicking the same motion with my mouth.

I took him deeper, and his eyes glazed over.

“You’re not the good girl you pretend to be.” Ash worked his hands across my scalp, combing my hair away from my face. “You might be just as much the devil as I am.”

I never admitted he was the devil, and I never would.