Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She scoffs. “No.”
“You’re going to drive? Me? To my own house?”
She runs her fingers over my chest. “No one drives my truck.”
“Not even me?”
Her eyes dance with mine, and I think I’ve got her. “Not even you.”
She climbs up into the truck with ease, giving me a teasing wink before she shuts the door.
“Wow,” I mutter as I walk around the front. The truck roars to life, and I get in as she beams over at me.
“Hey.”
I adjust myself since that grin is intoxicating. “Hey.”
She does a little wiggle, and I can’t even. “You look really hot in the passenger seat of my truck.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Your ass is so, so mine.”
She bites her lip. “Promise?”
I can only groan as she drives off. She hands me her phone, and I put in my address for her. I set her phone on the seat since the directions are on the screen in the dash. Of course, my gaze falls to the slit of her dress, and the fabric strains against the thickness of her thighs. From where I sit, I can see her center, and Jesus, what a sight. I swallow past the boulder in my throat. “Hey.” She looks over at me as she sings along with the radio, such beautiful happiness in those eyes of hers. “I can see your pussy, Tennessee.”
Desire crashes into her gaze. “Is that a problem?”
When she spreads her legs wider, my cock comes to life. “Not at all.”
I unhook my seat belt, and she lets out a strangled giggle. “What are you doing?”
I lie along the seat, pushing her skirt aside to reveal all her goodness. “I can’t just sit here with that pussy teasing me and not taste you.”
“Dart! I’m driving.”
“Then I suggest you keep your eyes on the road,” I murmur against her thigh as I drag my tongue over her. “And next time, let me drive.” She tries to squeeze her thighs together, but I don’t allow her, holding one in my palm so she’s open for me. She squirms beneath me as I trace my tongue along the outside of her lips, relishing her sweetness.
“Oh God,” she moans as her legs fall open farther, and she scoots down a bit so I have more room. I drag my tongue along her lips, my skin prickling at not only the taste of her, but the sounds she makes.
“That’s right, baby doll. Tell me how much you like it.”
“I do. Please. Oh, Da…” she drags out, her thighs quivering, and she arches up enough that my tongue touches her clit. My cock is instantly hard, throbbing, and aching in my pants as I French-kiss her pussy over and over, unable to get enough of her and knowing I never will. I slide up the hand I’m using to hold her thigh and press my thumb inside her with ease. “Oh. Oh yes.”
Her words reward me, and I don’t let up a bit. I suck her sweet pussy in my mouth and fuck her with my thumb as she starts to rock against my lips, her sounds becoming more eager, more demanding. “Dart, God yes. I could crash right now, and I wouldn’t care.”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” I say against her slit. “Be a good girl and get us home so I can fuck you hard enough to make up for these last three months.”
She cries out once more, her body jerking under my tongue, and I’m lost in her. The sounds, the scent of pure sex, the way she tastes, and how fucking in love with her I am. I suck her between my teeth, fucking her faster until she comes undone under my mouth, my name roaring from her lips. I’m breathing just as hard as she is as I kiss her center, her thighs, and then her hip before sitting back in the seat. Her chest is heaving, her fingers white-knuckled on the steering wheel, and undeniable euphoria all over her sweet face.
When we hit a bump, I know she’s either hit a curb or has entered my driveway. I grin over at her as I lick my lips for more of her. “Good girl. You got us home.”
She throws the truck into park, leaning back and huffing out a deep breath. “Barely.” Her hands press to her chest and stomach as she pulls in lungfuls of air, and I’m under the spell that is her.
Tennessee.
I throw open my door and get out before coming around the truck for her. I open her door, and she’s still trying to catch her breath. “Shut off the truck, baby doll.”
She does as I ask before looking down at me, her eyes wild with lust. “I don’t think I can walk. I was trying so hard not to crash.”
I snort at that and pull her from the seat into my arms. She laughs as I throw her over my shoulder and slam the door shut before I take a good chunk of her ass in my hand. She squeals, her laughter intoxicating, as I head inside. I barely make it in the door before I am putting her on her feet and stripping off my clothes.