Ride is the first novel in the Wild series by author Harper Dallas.Chaotic Cate on Amazon wrote:Estimated Reading Time: 2 mins. I was completely immersed in these characters and their passion for what they love. Harper Dallas has created a fabulous snowboarding universe with Ride and the The False Kings riders. It feels like an experienced writer who knows what she’s doing. Ride doesn’t read or feel like a debut.Chase pounds on, relentless, until as I begin to spasm with my orgasm he grunts out his own. Fuck me.” It’s so much I’m almost sobbing with it. “Please-please-please-” “Beg me,” Chase growls. “Come for me.” He’s starting to pound me again, and where my face is smashed against the pillow I whimper out the too-much-good of it, each slam of his body into mine forcing the breath from my lungs and spiking pleasure along my spine. “Come.” He bites it at my ear, grinding his cock into me, holding the deepest penetration all the way into my aching core. His hips slam against my raised ass as he pounds into me, all that muscle riding me as expertly as he rode the mountains today. So fucking good.” His fingers find my clit, and it’s all I can do not to cry out with how good it feels. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. “Brooke.” It’s grunted at my ear as Chase begins a slow, solid pound into me, each thrust shoving to full sink. I cry out his name, and everything splinters with too much and yes and the good-ache pain of being opened by him. Only his cock, buried inside of me in one savage thrust. I can feel the mattress move as he leans to the bedside drawer, and then there’s the ripping sound of a foil packet torn on his teeth. One fist tugs my hip up as the other braces low over my spine. His hands hold tight at my shoulders as he shoves me over, face down on the bed. I try to tell him with the sweep of my tongue and the hollow of my cheeks, the enthusiastic bob of my head. “You want me to fuck you?” His voice is ragged. I can feel his twitching indecision in the movements of his fingers through my hair, torn between the need to hold me close and the need to be inside another part of me. That makes him grunt, the hard planes of his belly tensing. Hot and hard, too much for me to take into my throat without gagging a little over his length.

“Like that.” He feels so good in my mouth. “Fuck.” He shudders, the word hardly a shaping of his heavy breath. Once I take him in my mouth he twists his fingers in my hair, the hold burning as I tilt my face to see the drop of his head, his eyes closed, his mouth parted to an O. “I want to feel your tongue on my cock.” He isn’t gentle. For a moment he looks down at me, flushed and open mouthed. “Chase grunts at that, shoving himself up and away.

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