Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
That made me laugh. “You’re crazy. Why would you tell me that? I could just make something up to get you in trouble.”
He nodded. “Yep. And there’s nothing I could do to convince them you were lying, neither. So yeah. I want you to always feel safe, Jolene. Even from me.”
“Which you’ve accomplished or there’s no way I put myself in this --” I stretched my arms wide, indicating myself, stretched out naked, sitting in the seat next to him, “-- situation.” I went back to stroking my pussy lazily.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, Jolene. The most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. I love the way you give me what I want.”
“So, what do you want me to do now?”
“Taste yourself,” he whispered. “Finger your pussy, then suck off your juice.”
I shuddered as I complied, stroking my pussy as he commanded. When I pulled my hand away from my sex, my fingers were glistening in the sunlight filtering through the windshield. Very slowly, I brought them to my mouth, closing my eyes in bliss as I tasted myself. It tasted musky and slightly salty, but there was a sweetness I found appealing. So I did it again.
“Fuck… me…” Styx seemed torn between watching me and watching the road. “I’m gonna fuckin’ wreck,” he muttered. He punched a button or two before turning his attention to me, reaching out to caress my calf where my foot rested on the center console. He didn’t turn back to the road.
“What are you doing?”
He shrugged, “Driver Assist. BlueCruise or something like that. Cain has the best shit money can buy, thanks to ExFil. We’re on the interstate, the brothers around us. Ain’t recommended, but I’m willin’ to risk a little danger to watch you come like this.”
His hand caressed my calf, then moved up my thigh while I dipped my fingers back to my pussy, stroking lazily. “I love the feel of your hands on me, Styx. I love how big you are.”
“Good. ’Cause I’ll be touchin’ you every fuckin’ day for the rest of our lives. You’re mine, Jolene.”
“You’re mine, too.” I lifted my hand and leaned toward him, offering my gleaming fingers to him. He grasped my wrist, pulling it to his mouth and sucking my fingers.
“Mmm.” His growl was a sexy sound. “Love your taste. Do it again.” I did. “Mother fuck!” An alarm beeped, and Styx returned his gaze to the road before reaching for me. He leaned in to swipe his fingers through my pussy. I scooted my ass forward, making it easier for him to touch me in the spacious truck interior. The second I pulled my hand back, he replaced it with his own. Styx sucked my juice from his fingers as I brought my fingers to my mouth. Instead of sucking on them, however, I painted my lips until I knew they shone like I’d coated them with lip gloss.
“Kiss me,” I begged, moving forward to lean against the center console. He reached out for me, cupping the back of my neck with his hand as my lips met his. Tasting me as he kissed me seemed to make something click inside Styx. He held me closer, the grip on my neck almost painful, but it only fed my own lust.
“Takin’ everything everything I got to not just yank you over the console and pull that sweet pussy down on my cock.”
“What does it taste like when you kiss me, Styx?” I asked against his lips.
“Like the sweetest honey. Do it again.” I kept kissing him, sliding my hand down to my pussy only to bring it between us and paint both our lips with my juices. “Fuck me,” I muttered as I licked his lips.
“God, I want to!” He sounded pained. One glance at his crotch told me he was hard for me.
I pulled back, getting my legs under me until I was on my knees in the seat. I painted each of my nipples in my intimate moisture before offering them to Styx. He greedily sucked first one, then the other. I needed more.
Turning, I scooted my ass onto the center console, lying back and pulling my knees up to my chest. “Eat me,” I demanded. I knew there was a very real possibility there was no way Styx could manage this, but I was rapidly losing my mind in a lust-filled haze. And, really, he’d started this adventure.
The fucking alarm telling him he needed to keep his eyes on the road chimed again, and I wanted to groan. With a scowl, he turned his head to focus on the road before turning back to me and burying his face in my pussy. I screamed, reaching around my thighs to part my pussy lips. I wanted him in as deep as he could manage in the awkward positioning. His tongue inside my pussy. His fingers. Whatever he could manage.