Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t innocent,” she reminds me while my mouth travels over her throat. She grips the back of my head, holding me close, and the way she runs her nails over my scalp is fucking electric.
“That’s true.” She was anything but. We’ve had a lot of fun in this truck.
“Shut up and kiss me.” Taking my face in her hands, she tips my head back until our mouths line up. I work my tongue inside, and she moans, grinding down hard on my crotch. Like she’s desperate to get more of what I gave her last night. And I’m desperate to give it to her. Rock hard, aching, my hands move over her body and drink in every inch of silky skin.
I work her skirt up to her waist, grabbing her ass and pulling her down tight against me. “Is this what you want?”
“Fuck, yes,” she gasps before she lets her head fall back so my tongue can travel the smooth column of her throat. One hand finds her tits, squeezing, while the other grips her ass hard enough to make her cry out in what could be pain or pleasure. I don’t even care. I just want to hear it again.
“Yes,” she whispers, working her hips, rubbing her pussy against my covered cock. My teeth scrape her skin, and she hisses but moves faster, almost bouncing on me. “Yeah, just like that.”
I need to touch, to taste, to sink deep where I belong. Deep inside her, where nothing else matters. I didn’t know what real release felt like until last night, and I’m craving it again. Maybe for the rest of my life.
She pushes herself up on her knees when my finger finds her swollen center, covered by the soaked fabric of her panties. “So goddamn wet,” I groan, peeling the fabric away so I can run my fingers through her juices. Her throaty cries are almost deafening in the closed truck, but it doesn’t stop me. Nothing could.
She lets out a sharp gasp, arching her back when my fingertip teases her quivering hole. “I want to get you nice and ready for me,” I say against her skin, dragging my lips across her chest, feeling the way her heart pounds under them. I fill her up to my second knuckle before adding another finger that she clenches down around.
“Oh God, yes,” she moans, rolling her hips in slow circles, riding my hand with her tits in my face and her arms wrapped around me.
“Such a tight little pussy,” I groan, pumping my fingers. “So hot and tight.”
“Kade…” She’s getting desperate, moving faster, her voice getting more high-pitched with every moan until she’s almost sobbing, and my fingers are drenched. “Fuck, Kade!”
When she shatters, clenching around my fingers, I watch as it washes over her face and makes her glow. Nothing has ever been so perfect, so right.
She’s still trembling when I slide my fingers free, coated in her juices, and raise them to my lips. Her smell is exquisite, but her taste?
“You like that?” she asks in a whisper, still breathless, watching me lick my skin clean of her musky sweetness.
“I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
She reaches down and starts fumbling with my belt—then groans when her phone rings. “It’s Mom’s ring,” she mutters, falling against me. “Son of a bitch.”
She’s pissed? At least she came. I rest my head against the seat back while she reaches over into the passenger seat for her purse. Nothing much makes me go soft faster than thinking about somebody’s mom.
She answers, “Hello? Yeah, I was planning on coming home pretty soon…” When I snort softly, she shoots me a murderous look. “What? Oh. Well, okay, if you need me home right away.”
Goddammit. Her timing sucks. Allie is off the phone and wiggling from my lap when I groan. “Five more minutes. Would it have killed her to wait five more minutes?”
“You were only going to give me five minutes?” She gives a wicked smile. “I’d better move. She seemed kind of upset.”
I could hear it, even if I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying. That frantic tone rang through loud and clear. “I’ll text you from the burner when I get home,” she promises with her hand on the door.
“Hey.” I’m not sure why I stop her. She waits a beat or two before lifting her brow. “Be careful on the road. It’s starting to come down pretty hard.”
I don’t know what I wanted to say or why I stopped her. It didn’t feel right to let her go without saying something else, was all.
“I know. And…” She pushes the door open and gives me a sexy grin. “Next time, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” And now I can’t wait for the next time.
Chapter 24