I smile wider then brace myself as his cock opens me again. Rather than focus on the slight pain of being so thoroughly owned by a man of Ford’s size, I study his throat, collarbone, and the muscles flexing on his shoulders. He’s perfection. Even the scars on his jaw just below his beard are beautiful.
My eyes feast on his body as he moves faster and harder. I don’t even try to keep up. I’ll only slow down his increasing momentum. My nails tease at his arms, the hair on his chest, his nipples, the hard stomach flexing as he gets closer to coming.
I’m close too. Even sore, my body responds to his movements. The power of his thrusts tempts my clit, bringing me to the brink. When I come, I cry out and forget to cover my mouth. Letting go, I hold onto Ford’s forearms. Pleasure mixes with the pain from so much vigorous fucking the night before.
Ford comes too. My pussy clenches around his cock, working out every delicious lick of pleasure. He can’t hold on and his thrusts change as he fills me. I can’t focus on him though. My body is on fire, wanting more and afraid of never feeling as good again.
My eyes closed, I lose myself in the orgasm. My pussy spasms, sending waves of joy over my tired body. My arms wrap tight around him as he leans down to kiss me. I can’t let this moment end. What in life could ever feel this brilliant again?
“Shay,” he whispers against my cheek.
“I see you,” I whisper back.
“I know, but you’re shaking.”
Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze. “You’ve been fucked well before. You probably don’t remember how it feels the first time.”
Ford studies me. “I’m looking to ruin you for all other men. Have I hit that point yet?”
I laugh especially since he’s clearly serious. “You’re not there. You’ll need to keep working at it.”
Ford slides out of my body then rests on his side next to me. “I was hoping that was the case.”
“I’m going to feel you inside me all day.”
“All part of my plan,” he says, brushing hair from my forehead. “Can you move? Have I crippled you?”
I laugh again and roll on my side to face him. “A limp won’t slow me down.”
He smiles in a tender way and my heart clenches. I want this man to always look at me with such passion, but life doesn’t work that way.
Ford sighs and I prepare for bad news. “I have shit to do this morning that I can’t get out of it. Club crap, but I want to pick you up for dinner before you go to work.”
My smile is crazy big. I’m being an idiot, but his bad news is actually great news. He still wants to see me. I need more time in the sun with Ford.
“Okay,” is all I think to say.
Ford grins. “I need to shower. I’d ask you to come with me, but I don’t think I’d make my meeting if I did.”
“Next time then,” I say, praying I don’t sound too clingy.
Ford just grins, loving how hooked I am. I see a glimmer of arrogance in his gaze as he slides out of bed.
I roll over to watch him walk naked out of the room and he stops at the doorway. Glancing back at me over his shoulder, Ford laughs at my expression then starts walking again.
After he’s in the shower, I crawl out of bed and find my clothes tossed all over the room. I need to pee, but wait until Ford is dressed. Once in the bathroom, I wash out my mouth and try to look presentable. It’s ridiculous since he’s already seen me at my morning worst. A girl has her pride though.
I walk out to the kitchen to find Ford and Pax drinking coffee. They stop talking when I approach, making me feel small under their gazes. I hope Pax doesn’t say anything to embarrass me. I also wonder what happened to the girl I heard the night before.
“You’re loud in the morning,” Pax says, smirking over the rim of the coffee cup.
Ford gives his brother a sideways frown, causing Pax to laugh.
“Hey, a horny girl’s cries are the best alarm clock around.”
Pax leaves his cup on the counter then struts past me. “See you at the Hunk O’ Love, Ford.”
As Pax heads outside, I watch him go before turning my focus to Ford who wags his finger at me. I feel awkward, having never woken up at a guy’s house before. Is there some kind of protocol I should be aware of?
“Coffee?” he asks.
I glance down at his cup and take it. After a few sips of the black coffee, I hand it back.
“I was going to make you your own cup,” he says, giving me an odd look.
Eyes widening, I step back. “Sorry.”
Ford grins big. “You’re so sensitive.”
Caressing between my legs, I sigh. “Tell me about.”
His smile widens then he finishes the cup of coffee. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he walks me outside to where his Harley is parked under a carport. Before we climb on, he waits for me to put my hair into my hat so it won’t fly off.
“I should tell you something,” he says, rubbing his thumb over my jaw. “That girl last night is my last choice booty call.”
“That’s gross,” I mutter, feeling insecure.
“You shouldn’t slut shame.”
“I wasn’t calling her gross.”
“I know. I meant you shouldn’t slut shame me.”
I laugh, despite my nerves.
“So the girl’s name is Maggie and I bang her when there’s no one better.”