Subway Girl by Adela Knight Read Free Book Online

chuckle. “Ah, yeah.”
    I took him into my mouth. I lowered all the way down until he was down my throat before I rose up and sucked and nipped at the tip. My hand slid down and massaged his balls while I lowered onto his shaft a second time. This time I felt a little pressure on my head from Rivers guiding me, but he released it too soon and I rose up, letting my teeth skim the length of him as I did.
    I took my hand and pressed his hand against my head. “Come on, show me what you want. Show me what you want or I’ll stop.”
    The next time I started to lower my mouth on his cock his hand pressed harder. He pushed my head further down and held it there while he moved his hips. He pulled my head up by my hair just as I needed to take a breath. As soon as I’d taken a breath, he pushed my head back down. His hips lifted off the bed meeting me. He thrust into my mouth several times before he yanked my head back so I could breathe.
    “Shit, baby, this is incredible. Are you okay?”
    “You’re making me so wet. Keep fucking my mouth.”
    A deep groan sounded low in his throat and he shoved my head down on his cock. He used both hands to move my head up and down the length of him. His hips thrusting harder and faster.
    I had to flatten my palms on his thighs and push up to get a breath. He immediately stopped. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” He pulled me up to his face and cupped my cheeks before kissing me. “Are you okay?”
    I laughed. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to stop.”
    “I wasn’t letting you breathe!”
    “Rivers,” I kissed him, “every guy gets so into it they forget to stop. It’s okay. That just means you liked it.”
    “Liked it? Shit, I never felt anything like it before.” He rolled over so fast I let out a small gasp. He was on top of me, between my legs. Our faces level with each other. His gaze was locked on mine. His hand moved down my body to my slit. He slipped in two fingers and groaned. “You’re soaked. You weren’t lying.”
    “No.”
    He moved his fingers in and out of me while his thumb moved over my clit. He kissed me slowly, gently. He took his time and let the tension build. The more my orgasm coiled in my stomach the more intense I kissed him and the faster he rubbed my clit.
    “Wait!” I shoved his hand away. “I don’t want to come like this. I want you inside me. I want to come together.”
    He positioned himself over me and rocked forward until he filled me. And soon the room was filled with soft moans and deep groans until we’d both reached our climax and fell exhausted on the bed.

    The morning sun shone through the windows. I stretched and felt a peculiar soreness between my legs. I smiled when I remembered what caused it. I hadn’t had sex like that…well, ever. Rivers was insatiable. And he was an incredible lover. But more than that, as the night went on, I realized I liked him for more than what he could do with his hands and mouth. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
    I rolled over to see if he was awake yet. His side of the bed was empty. A piece of paper lay on the pillow. Bile rose in my throat when I saw it. I knew what it’d be, a thanks-for-the-good-time-see-ya-around note. I picked it up by the edge like it’d burn me if I touched it. It was hard to read what he’d written my hand shook so badly.

    Oh, no, no, no! The number in the home phone is wrong!
    I’d gotten a new cell phone number after I broke it off with Jackass and never got around to programming it into the home phone. There really wasn’t any real reason to do so…except for occasions like this .
    He knows where I live. He’ll stop by when the phone number doesn’t work.
    But he didn’t.
    I waited all day for him, like I was a teenager. Jenny called for me to go out to dinner. I said no.
    “Why?”
    “I just don’t feel like it.” I chewed on my nail.
    “Since when don’t you feel like Mexican? Okay, who’s the guy?” I could hear the smile in her voice.
    “No