Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
First, I lean in, gently kissing his neck, and I swear the man purrs.
Next, my hand finds his thigh, rubbing up and down, before my palm presses firmly over the growing bulge of his light jeans.
“Baby…” he rasps, his frustration swiftly morphing into desperation.
“I know,” I whisper, unsure if he can hear me over the radio, and then I’m flicking open his jeans.
He groans, shifting his hips so he’s at a more maneuverable angle on the seat.
So eager. Zero fight.
I love it.
Love him.
I pull him free, wrapping my fist tightly around him, and he presses his head against the back window, both his hands coming to lock onto the wheel.
“Now, Sweets, I need that mouth now.”
My smile is slow, and I dip, sliding along the seat until my stomach is flat, my knees pressed to the warm leather, legs crossed in the air.
I dip my head, pulling his swollen dick into my mouth, and a long, low groan rumbles from his chest.
I suck him hard and fast, knowing he needs a harsh, hard release, not a softly built one.
I hold his base, bobbing up and down, using my tongue to swirl around him the way he said he liked it last time. My toes curl in my sandals when he swells, his hand fisting and destroying my slicked hair.
My core throbs, and I wish I had a pillow to ride to ease the pressure while I swallow him as deep as I can.
His hips buck up, and he shifts again, nothing but his ass and shoulder blades touching the leather, allowing his length to grow longer.
I gag on him, but I don’t stop, taking him deep and sucking on his head so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt him, before sliding back down. My hand is soaked with spit, his cock rock hard, the large vein along the shaft thumping against my cheeks.
Suddenly, the tires screech, and I tense, my head snapping up to look out the window, my hand flying out to catch the dash, but in the next blink, Crew’s crashing his mouth with mine.
He’s unbuckled, and I’m on his lap, his hands roughly tearing at my shorts until a sharp rip fills the cab.
I gasp into his mouth as his fingers thrust inside me without warning.
He growls. “I fucking knew it.” He kisses my cheek, jaw, neck. “So fucking wet for me.” He smacks my ass. “Lift, Sweets, you’re about to drop down on my cock. I need inside you.”
I moan, doing as he said while also throwing my head back, inviting him to suck on my chest.
He doesn’t disappoint, yanking my dress down and pulling my nipple into his mouth for a hard sucking.
I whimper, and then he’s hard at my entrance, so I don’t hesitate. I drop down, gasping and clutching his shoulders tightly when he fills me in an entirely different way.
Slicker.
Deeper.
More curved.
“God, damn,” he moans. “I’m in your fucking stomach.”
I nod, hips rocking, and Crew encourages me, his hands on my hips, swaying me back and forth.
“Yeah, baby, like that.” He buries his head in my neck, licking along my candy necklace and taking a bite out of it. “So. Fucking. Sweet.”
My body is overcome by this new intrusion. He wasn’t playing. I swear I can feel him in my stomach. Every inch of me is stretched, and it’s glorious.
My hands latch on to his shoulders, my hips swinging in deep grinding motions.
“This is—” I gasp, grinding harder, faster, my deep breath stuck in my throat. “Good, it’s—”
“Good. You take me so good, baby.” His last word is a deep growl.
My eyes clamp shut, my pussy squeezing him.
This position is insane. I can feel everything. Everywhere, and oh my god, the clit stimulation with the stretch of him inside me?
So. Fucking. Good.
I shatter, shaking like never before, muscles aching they’re so tight as I come over his cock.
“Mmm,” he moans. “This pussy was made for me.”
Crew licks up my neck until he’s taking my lips again as he thrusts in deep. I cry out, the waves crashing through me doubling in intensity.
I squeeze my thighs tightly over his, the feeling too much, but he doesn’t relent, his hips dive up, his palms pressing me down, and then he’s falling over me, burying his face in my hair, fists tangled in it as he jerks, his cock twitching inside me.
Several minutes go by, my fingers combing up and down his spine, dead weight in his lap.
And then he laughs, lifts his head, and kisses the top of my nose, his forehead falling to mine.
“You’re mine. I hope you realize that.”
“What does that mean, exactly?” I test the waters, running my hands up his chest.
“It means if you try and leave me, I’ll bring you right back, cuff you to my bed and keep you there.”