Page 71 of Live Love Lasso

“You’re speakin’ my language.” He groans, curling his fingers through my hair as he cocks his knee to one side. Angling his body, he slides his other hand into my locks and begins guiding me on and off his rigid length. The gentle press of his fingers in my hair is demanding but not forceful, his hips moving steadily in time with my mouth.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he croons, mouth dropped open as a dark gray flush takes over his high cheekbones. “Keep goin’, Lemon. Don’t stop. I’m about to explode.”

Loving how vocal he is, I focus on keeping up a steady swirling pattern with my tongue, tracing thick veins that run up the underside of his cock. His contraceptive ring is still in place. Illogical as it is, I think about ripping it off so I can see every single bit of him.

“Fuck,” he grunts out. “I’m seconds from—” A choked roar tells me exactly where his words trailed off as he curls over, fingers fisting tighter in my hair. He bellows my name, fangs gnashing as he fills my mouth with sweet, creamy cum. It hits the back of my throat and drips down, his thrusts going fast and shallow as he pants and roars a second time.

Relaxing my throat, I swallow him deeper, loving the scent of his pheromones as pleasure overtakes him. It has my entire body tense and achy, heat swirling between my thighs and slick wetting my pussy. I need him deep inside me, coming again until I’m boneless and sated.

His breathing slows, and he slumps against the car door, releasing his hold on my hair. Pale eyes follow me as I clean him up, sucking up warm seed as it spills slowly down his cock.

“Damn, Lemon, that’s a sight I’ll never get tired of.” His voice sounds roughshod, like he just screamed for a solid thirty seconds. It was gravelly to start with, but there’s something so sexy about the way his satisfied little growls rumble at a lower octave right now.

He chuckles and pulls his cock out of my mouth, dragging the tip along my lower lip. “That’s enough, baby girl. Your turn.”

Laughing, I move forward and nip playfully at his fingers.

His nostrils flare. “That’s enough, Lemon. You gonna challenge me, mate?”

When I tease again, he surges forward and flips me in one smooth move, coming behind me and bringing his teeth beneath my ear.

His breath is warm, his lips rough as he bites and nibbles his way down to my shoulder. “I said it’s your turn. Hands on the door, baby.”

A full body shudder racks me as I bring both hands to the doorframe and arch against him. The heat of his body and the intensity of his scent in the truck has me hot and needy.

In one quick move, he yanks my skirt down and moves so I can’t feel him at all. “Look at that pretty pussy,” he croons, his voice slightly farther away.

Glancing under my arm, I see he’s lounging against his door like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Letting out a soft, needy growl, I demand what he just teased me with—he said it was my turn, after all.

“I didn’t say it was gonna be fast, Lemon,” he says with a lift of one dark brow. “Unless you’re too needy to play around.” He glances out the windshield. “But there ain’t nobody anywhere to be seen. We can take our time, if you want.”

A second snarl from me tells him just what I think about that idea.

Shifting forward, he runs his hands up the backs of my thighs as I stretch to show him everything I want him to touch.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he says softly. “I love that, Lemon. I haven’t done this in decades, but, godsdamn, it’s fun doin’ it with you.”

His praise has me preening, my pussy clenching on nothing as I waggle my ass at him. I might as well be a shifter female ready to go into heat. I want him on top of me, beneath me, inside me…for fucking days if I can get it.

It still shocks me when he moves forward and slips two fingers into me, curling them. He brings his mouth to my back pucker and swirls his tongue over it, the dual sensations knocking my sanity sideways. I moan when he does it again, grinding a finger slowly over my clit until I grunt and groan. It’s too much, he’s everywhere, and in all of ten seconds, I’m so hot I could burst.

“You ain’t gonna last two minutes like this.” He chuckles and bites my ass cheek, fangs sinking in. Orgasm builds like a hurricane, and I start rocking back to meet the steady movement of his talented fingers.

He releases the bite and picks another spot, and the painful prick of his teeth is what sends me over the edge into oblivion. His tongue laps at the sensitive skin between my pussy and my ass, a swirling pattern that blots out rational thought, replacing it with a wave of pleasure so fierce and hard, all I can do is wail and hang on to the door frame as I spurt cum onto him.

He grunts and moves his fingers faster, the sound tense and demanding as my cum drips down my thighs and onto the leather bench seat. Furyon pulls back just enough to lay a slap on my ass cheek with his free hand.

“Another, Lemon.”

The demand prolongs my orgasm until I’m wailing and coming and barely breathing. It drags long, stars bursting behind my eyelids as he pulls, no—demands—my body give him what he wants.

Is it hours later before I stop coming? I don’t even know. All I know is it takes a minute for my hearing and vision to return, and when I flip over onto my back, Furyon’s covered in my slick, licking it off his fingers with a pleased expression.

“You taste good, city girl.” He sucks his middle finger, swirling his pink tongue around the digit. Thick veins run up his forearms and wrists, disappearing into the back of his hand. How can veins be that fucking sexy?!

For a moment, he watches me. Then he leans over top of me and brings his mouth to mine, breathing the same air for just a moment.

“I’m crazy about you,” he whispers. “And I think Echo might just be right, and you’ve got me all twisted up. Because I need way, way more of this, Lemon. All over my house. On every surface of my truck. Maybe in my office.”