Rydin' the Storm Out by Pj Fiala Page A

slightly opened and that maddening little tongue darting out to wet her lips caught his attention. Her tongue would be sliding over his cock before the night ended.
    Ryder reached down and grabbed her leg and pulled it up and over the back of the sofa so he could push into her further. He heard her groan when he slid all the way inside of her and grinned. He felt the same way. So fucking good. Nothing in the world could ever feel like this.
    Ryder started moving in and out, faster and faster. “I’m going to take you fast and hard now, Molly. Are you ready for that?”
    “God, yes…please…fast and hard.”
    Ryder obliged. He started pounding into her as hard and as fast as he could. All he could hear was their sweaty flesh slapping against each other and Molly’s moans. Her hands were on his ass and pulling him in as he was pushing, urging him in hard and fast. Fuck.
    “Now…Molly. Now.”
    One more thrust and he felt her stiffen and groan as he held himself inside of her and released his hot seed. He could feel himself pulsing and shooting as his breathing started to return. Fuck. Fucking intense. He lost his vision for a moment, and everything went black around him.
    He laid there for just a few more moments and pulled out to remove the condom. He wrapped it in his discarded napkin and turned to pull Molly into his arms. She turned to her side and willingly went into his arms and laid her head against his chest. They silently rested there for a few minutes before Molly needed to say something.
    “Ryder? Never in my life…I mean…I never had…um…wow! I can’t say anything except, wow.”
    Ryder chuckled. “I know. I don’t have words either. My mind is trying to process that, but, it can’t.”
    They lay there for a while and Ryder felt himself starting to drift off to sleep. He felt right here—like he belonged here and she made him feel so good. He started to get up, and Molly lifted her head.
    She smiled at Ryder. “Sorry, I think I was starting to doze off.”
    “Me too. It’s been a long day and we have to do it again tomorrow. I don’t want to leave, Molly. I want you in my arms tonight.”
    “Yes. Stay here with me and hold me.”
    They stood up and Ryder pulled his jeans on. Molly said, “I’ll go grab my robe.
    Ryder grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her and held her. After a few moments, he felt her shiver and pulled back to see goose bumps on her skin. “Here, wear this.” He said as he pulled his t-shirt over her head.
    Molly looked down at his shirt covering her to mid-thigh and smiled up at him. “Sexy…right?”
    “Damn sexy.”
    They cleaned up their leftover supper and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Molly turned from the sink, looked up into his eyes and smiled at him. As she wrapped her arms around him and moved close, he immediately pulled her into a hug that felt so perfect, so right.
    Molly felt his cock twitch as her breasts rubbed across his chest. Her nipples were hard and erect, and his scent called to her. His beautiful body—muscles sculpted from working out—fit so perfectly against hers. And that tattoo—it made her wet just thinking about it. Without thinking, Molly moved back and forth, rubbing her nipples against his belly and chest. She heard him suck in a breath. She looked up at him and her heart started pounding in her chest. His green eyes were staring at her with such intensity that her breath caught in her throat.
    “Be careful, babe. I’m ready for you at all times. If you’re going to rub those hard nipples against me, I’m going to have you again.”
    Molly reached down and unzipped his jeans. As soon as the zipper was half way down, his hard cock popped out of his jeans like a divining rod looking for her gold. She grabbed it in her hand and slowly started caressing his hard length. He hissed out a breath, never taking his eyes from hers.
    “Suck it.”
    Molly dropped to