Pit Stop

by Cora Rose

Rob has had only good things to say about The Pit Stop, and I plan on getting the full down-and-dirty experience.

I’m here. I’m not running away scared. I’m prepped and ready, suited for butt action.

I don’t ache when I’m with him, I think as I doze off. I don’t feel so alone.

“And remember to smile. Guys like it when you smile.” I bare my teeth at him, and he winces. “Oof, maybe not like that.”

I don’t know how to have a conversation with someone. I really don’t. I can’t even pretend.

“But I want you. I want you to split me in two.” He grunts and then palms my throat, pulling me up so my back is flush against his chest. His teeth bite down on my earlobe, and I cry out. “Yeah, Skye-light. Only me.”

“You still want to take me after seeing those pictures?” His eyes grow hooded and he holds out a helmet to me. “Get the fuck on the bike, Skye-light.”

He really should stop being so good at eating ass. It’s irresponsible.

When life gives you lemons, fuck the hell out of that lemonade.

The way I want to fuck him. All the time. It’s abnormal. I’ve never been this consumed by someone else.

I want to keep him. I want him forever.

“Because I’m going fuck you while I still have you and if I have to rut you right here in this parking lot, I will. Because you’re mine, Skye. You’re fucking mine.”

I like being taken care of. Deep down, I crave it.

“No one’s ever stood up for me before.” “No one?” I ask, breathless. “No one but you.”

“You shouldn’t have to do that. Drive all that way…not for me.” He breathes heavily, his chest heaving as he clings to me. “I’d travel the world to get to you. You just need to call.”