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)
“He’s staying to help with closing. Layla’s sister is in town, so she’s covered. Nothing to worry about.”
Crew stares a moment, and then he whips around, diving into my neck and biting softly. “Wrong, Sweets, so much to worry about, starting with finding a way to keep you quiet when I fuck you tonight.”
“Yes, please,” I moan. “It’s been too long.”
Crew chuckles as I yank him toward the door, but before we make it, he pulls me back, his hands looping around my waist and then he starts to sway.
“Babe, bed.”
Crew’s lips curve against my temple, but instead of leading us out the door, he leads me where we stand. “Soon, baby, but right now, I wanna dance with my woman a while.”
My eyes close, my stomach fluttering at the softness in his voice, at the patience in his touch and his need—his desire—to do nothing but hold me close.
My arms wrap around him, and I melt into his frame. “Yes, please.”
My mind whispers to me then, something I’m pretty sure I’ve always known, but this moment makes sure to trigger a necessary reminder.
I need nothing in my life like I need Crew.
Not even Memphis.
Crew
She’s putty in my palms, every inch of her molded perfectly to every inch of me. The little minx had plans for me when she came here tonight, coaxing me into the passenger seat after exiting the bar, pulling over in the same orchard we were caught in on the way home, and climbing over to settle herself in my lap, her back to my chest.
And I’m about to reward her for it.
Gliding my hands along her waist, I continue down until I’m dipping between her legs and guiding them open, so her knees can hook over my thighs. Pulling down the sun visor, I adjust it until her pink panties are in view in the mirror.
“Are you putting on a show for me?” She drops her head back, turning it to kiss my jaw.
“Sorry, Sweets.” I nudge her with my nose, clamping my lips over her neck for a quick taste. “That’s purely for me.”
A soft mewl leaves her, and she presses her ass into me, her voice low and thick with need. “Liar.”
“Liar?” I tease, nipping at her skin.
“Everything you do is for me, if not both of us.”
My chest rumbles, and I take her mouth.
She sees it, understands. Believes.
I must be doing something right.
While I have her distracted, I hike her dress up, reaching between her legs to wrap the material of her panties around both my pointer fingers. One good tug, and they shred, my eyes flying to the mirror. My cock twitches beneath her at the sight of her bare pussy staring back at me from above.
Davis turns her head to look, her muscles contracting. I click the AC on, angling the vent low, and her back bows the second the chilled air hits her most sensitive spot.
“Crew, please,” she pants, her hand sneaking behind her in an attempt to squeeze me through my jeans.
“Up.”
She’s quick to perch on her toes, holding herself on the suicide bar above the door as I hastily shove my pants down my legs, my boxers with them.
My cock bounces free, straining when I grip it tight, and Davis needs no direction. She finds me, holds me at the edge of her entrance and drops down, her legs instantly flying back into the position I had her, a sharp gasp filling the air.
“Finally,” she breathes, her hips rolling instantly.
I drop my seat back a bit and grab hold, leading her to do the work while I watch from the mirror.
Her pussy is slick and soaked, my cock thanking her for it, swelling thicker, growing longer, and filling her completely.
Davis’s head finds my shoulder as she dances on my dick, and I tug her dress beneath her breasts, freeing them and watching as her nipples sharpen, begging for attention.
“Love the way you feel, baby,” I rasp, touching no other part of her tits but the nipples.
I tug, stretching them as far as they allow and she clenches over me, her speed picking up.
My smirk spreads along her cheek. “You like a bit of rough play.”
“I like everything you do.” She moans, then picks up speed, her hips grinding, breaths sharpening.
My mouth drops open, my head falls back, eyes closing as I focus on the feel of her.
The warmth of her heat.
The rhythm of her hips.
Her.
It’s not long before she’s pulsing, begging, as if she has no clue she’s bringing herself to the edge, grinding and angling as she pleases, seeking out her orgasm and demanding it on her terms. It’s sexy as hell, but I’m a jealous motherfucker, as is my cock.
He wants to own her cum, so I take over.
My palm presses on her spine, and as if she was waiting for this, for me to take control, she hums in answer, willingly falling forward.