Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“Yes, sir.”
“I could get used to this,” he says, holding my boobs in his hands. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”
“Aren’t you just a gentleman?”
He shakes his head at me, his eyes hooding, as he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
Finally. Motherfucking fireworks.
My back arches, shoving my chest closer to him.
One of his hands massages one breast, while his hot, wet mouth lavishes attention on the other. I straddle his knee, heat pouring from my pussy as my juices coat my inner thighs. I need friction. I need relief. But all I can do is tip my head back and moan into the night.
“Do you like that?” he asks, moving his mouth to the other side.
The breeze picks up again, the cool air dancing across my naked body, my hair billowing around me with each gust. The chill touches me in places that have never been exposed to the elements, and somehow, I love it.
No one’s around. There are no houses, no security lights, no cameras. But the possibility of it, the idea that I’m completely naked in the bed of a truck with a man sucking my tits—and readying to do a whole lot more—is exhilarating. Thrilling. Addictive.
Gray slides a hand down my stomach and slips it between my legs.
I widen my stance, tipping my head back and moaning again.
He rubs my clit in slow, sensuous circles. “I fucking love how wet you are,” he says, his voice husky. “This is such a turn-on.”
“I concur. Now make me come.”
He lowers both hands, denying me.
My eyes fly open. “What are you doing?”
“You aren’t coming yet.” He moves me back gently before he stands. A wicked smile graces his lips. “We just got started.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Gray
Who knew I had this much self-restraint?
I glance down at the quilt that I spread out earlier. It’s not terribly soft, but it will keep dirt and debris from scratching her skin. And, right now, that’ll have to be good enough.
“Lie down,” I say, hopping off the tailgate.
“Where are you going?”
I look up at her and grin. The moonlight catches the moisture coating her legs. Her tits are perfectly shaped in subtle teardrops, and her mouth puckers like she wants my cock in it.
What more can a man ask for?
“Lie. The fuck. Down.”
She rolls her eyes but eases herself onto the quilt. As soon as she’s settled, I grab her ankles and jerk her to the edge of the tailgate. The material acts like a sled, delivering her to me like a gift I’m about to devour.
My cock strains against my pants. It’s so hard it hurts. The ache in my balls radiates to my abs and groin, begging for relief.
But before I can get to that, I have to satisfy her. I may never get this chance again.
“Oh God,” she gasps as she realizes my intentions.
I spread her legs, laying her pussy out for me to take in whatever way I want it. Her flesh is pink and absolutely drenched with her need for me. It’s more than I could’ve imagined. I could never, in my wildest, most feverish dreams, have envisioned that I would have Miss Manners naked and splayed out in the back of my truck. Fuck me.
My hands slide beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis toward my mouth.
“Gray …”
I blow across her swollen bud, and she squirms in my hands.
“Your scent makes me crazy,” I say, breathing in the sweet smell of sex. “I bet you taste amazing, too.”
“Gray, please—oh!”
Her knees fall to the sides as I drag my tongue through her pulsing slit. She quivers, shaking around my mouth as if she’s ready to explode. Her hands dig into the quilt and ball it into her fists as she groans her pleasure into the air.
“Do you feel that?” I ask, flattening my tongue against her clit, thereby stealing her ability to speak. I chuckle as she squirms, giving the bud another flick. “Oh, I’m definitely using this in the future to shut you up.”
She moans, louder this time, as she flexes her hips against my face. I smile into her pussy, learning the rhythm of her body.
Her reaction to me—hungry and reckless—has my cock screaming in protest.
I bury my face into her pussy, fucking her with my tongue. Kissing her with my lips. Nipping her with my teeth. Her taste is an aphrodisiac. I want—I need more. I add a finger, slipping it through her folds, and groan as she grips it tightly. I curl my finger, stroking her G-spot as she starts grinding against my hand.
“Gray!”
Her legs begin to shake, a telltale sign that she’s about to come, so I give her clit a final kiss and then blow on it as I pull away slowly.
She struggles to prop herself up on her elbows. Her eyes are wild as she peers down at me. “Why did you stop?”