Free Fast Lane by Lizzie Hart Stevens

into a deep, passionate kiss as I swing my leg over to straddle him, the tip of his cock nudging ever so slightly at my opening. I push back, trying to guide him into my pussy, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place. He then slides his hands up the sides of my torso, giving my tits a quick squeeze as his hands continue their journey up to my face. Once his hands reach my cheeks, he gently pulls me away and places his index finger on my swollen lips. I watch as he reaches down beside us to grab the condom. He rips it open with his teeth, discarding the foil onto the floor and then rolls it on. “I hope you’re ready for the ride of your life, Sweetness. Hold on tight.”
    It’s a good thing I’m still so wet, because without a second thought he slams into me all the way to the hilt. “Ohhh God, Coen,” I moan. “You’re so deep.”
    He grabs my tits, massaging them in a rhythm. He pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers as I slowly guide myself up and down on his rock hard cock, matching the speed of his movements. My entire body feels so charged with electricity. What is this man doing to me? My mind is only focused on one thing right now: how fucking amazing it feels to have his gorgeous cock throbbing inside of me. The walls of my pussy are clenching around him like it’s hanging on for dear life. And maybe it is. Or I am. The rest of the world doesn’t exist right now, and I want it to last as long as possible. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
    Coen reaches down and circles my clit with his middle finger as I ride him harder and faster. My body is on fire. I feel him start to tense underneath me, and I know he’s close. And so am I. My tits bounce as I continuing riding him. He rubs my clit just a little faster, and then suddenly stops to grab me by the hips and thrust himself into me as deep as he can possibly go. He slams into me hard a few more times, and then slows his speed. The adrenaline is racing through my veins faster than his Hellcat, causing my body to fire on all cylinders. I arch my back and brace myself with my hands on his thighs, causing his cock to rub that perfect sweet spot.
    “Fuck.” he growls. He gives my clit one more rub, but he barely has to touch me before I’m right there with him in ecstasy. Sated. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the pleasure wave takes over. Coen grabs my breasts and pinches my nipples while I ride out my orgasm, and then collapse on top of his chest. I rest my nose into the crook of his neck while I try to catch my breath and regain some of my bearings. We’re both panting and sweaty. He rubs his hands down my back and grabs my ass.
    “Gotta take care of the condom. Be right back.”
    I lie back on the bed and watch his gorgeous, tall, muscular shadow as he heads out of the bedroom. When he’s out of sight, I turn my head to gaze out the window at the night sky. Right now, in this moment, I feel happy. I feel safe. I don’t know what tomorrow’s going to bring, but right now, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is Patrick is out of my life and I plan to keep it that way. As for Coen…we’ll see.

 
     
     
    WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?
    I never should have asked Lexi to come over. Yes, I wanted to keep her safe, but I could have easily just put her up in the hotel room for the night.
    I told her I was coming to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. But truthfully, I needed to get out of that room.
    Her red hair draped all over my pillow.
    Her fucking amazing body spread on my side of the bed.
    Her pussy still wet from everything we just did.
    Her beautiful eyes following me as I left the room, like they were staring straight into my soul.
    Where did this gorgeous woman come from, and why is the universe trying to force us together?
    Well the universe can kiss my ass. I can’t commit to anyone. No matter how bad I want her. Need her. I just…can’t.
    I let my guard down, and I shouldn’t have. Fuck! I slam my hands down on