Free Wild Ride by Opal Carew Page A

room.
    Dejectedly, she walked into the kitchen and filled the sink with soapy water as he disappeared down the hall.  She put away the extra food and washed up the dishes.  Once she was done, she walked to the hall and turned into the bedroom on the right.
    It had a big, comfy-looking bed, a big armchair in the corner, a dresser for her clothes, if she’d had any with her, and even an attached bathroom.
    It had everything she could want.  Except a big man in the bed.
    Except Killer.
    * * *
    Killer awoke to the feel of a warm, soft body next to him.  Delicate fingers moved on his cock, stroking it to life.  He sucked in a breath.
    “What are you doing in here?  I said you could sleep in one of the other two bedrooms,” he said.
    “I took that as more of a guideline than a command.”  She squeezed his hardening cock in her soft hand.  “And you didn’t say I couldn’t sleep in here.”
    Not that sleep was what she seemed to have in mind.
    He debated whether to send her back to her room, but her fingers gliding over his cock had him hard and horny.
    He had realized that his affectionate touches last night had left her aroused and needy.  And he had wanted her fiercely.  That’s why he had tried to keep a distance in the end.  He wasn’t used to wanting a woman so badly, and he wanted to clamp down on the need, especially with this woman.
    She shifted and then he felt her warm mouth glide over his cockhead and he suppressed a groan.  She glided up and down, taking him deep into her throat each time.
    He cupped her head, then pulled her tight against him, stilling her movements.  He was so close, he was ready to burst.  Sitting beside her naked form all evening and stroking her soft hair and silken neck, had left him in a constant state of arousal.  With her mouth on his cock now, he was on a hair trigger, ready to blow at any second.
    “Lie down,” he said through gritted teeth.
    She slid off his cock, then lay flat on the bed.
    His cock twitched and he prowled over her, staring at her round breasts, topped with hard, rigid nipples.  As he pressed his rock-hard cock to her silken pussy, he knew he wouldn’t last.
    He thrust into her and she gasped.  Her slick passage gripped him in its warmth and he groaned.
    * * *
    Marissa’s eyes widened as his hard cock drove into her.  Hard and deep.  It was exceptionally thick and long, but she was so aroused it slid in easily.
    He drew back and thrust again.
    Oh, God, it felt so good.
    But he thrust several times and she felt his body stiffen, then he gushed inside her.
    He pushed himself up on his elbows and, disappointed, she expected him to pull free, but he didn’t.  His cock, still rock hard, twitched inside her.
    She gazed up at him and his compelling amber eyes held hers captive.  Then he dipped his head, finding her lips and kissing her with a passion that shocked her.  His tongue swept into her mouth and with bewitching strokes, totally captivated her.
    He possessed her, exploring boldly.  His demanding tongue danced with hers, leaving her breathless.  Then he released her mouth.
    Losing herself in his blazing amber eyes, she grasped his muscular shoulders.  His cock seemed to swell inside her and she tightened around him, almost gasping at the erotic feel of him embedded in her.
    Their gazes locked, he drew back, then glided deep inside her.  His big cock stroked her sensitive passage as he moved.  He was so hard and thick.  She moaned as he slid into her again.
    She drew in a deep breath as he glided out, then moaned as he pushed in again.
    “Are you close, sweetheart?”
    The endearment made her heart swell and the pivot of his hip made her gasp.  He thrust again, his big cock filling her deeply.
    “Oh, yes!”
    Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as he thrust into her again.
    He nuzzled her shoulder.  “Tell me.  I want to know when you come.”
    He thrust again and again, stroking her insides, filling her with overwhelming