Page 215 of I’m The Worst

“I don’t know.” She grins. “Maybe a little of both.”

“Move in with me.”

She stares for a second, then reaches for my hand. Her fingers slide between mine, and she tugs me closer, her knees parting to make room as I settle between them.

“On one condition.” Her mouth twitches.

“Name it.”

“You get mini cows.”

I let out a groan, dropping my forehead against hers. “Jesus Christ. Who’s supposed to take care of these damn mini cows?”

Her grin widens. “I know a guy.”

I lift an eyebrow.

“He’s kind of antisocial…but once you get to know him, he’s actually pretty great.”

“Oh, just pretty great?”

She laughs. “Fine. He’s incredibly handsome, annoyingly protective, and secretly has a soft spot for tiny farm animals.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to that last part.”

My free hand slides up her thigh, under the hem of her dress as her lips brush mine.

I slowly lower myself between her thighs, shoving her dress up as her legs settle on either side of my head.

“I got you a present tonight.” I press my mouth to her inner thigh, right below the hem of her panties. “But you don’t get it unless you come on my face first.”

She laughs breathlessly, fingers threading through my hair. “So bossy.”

Hooking my fingers in her panties, I pull them to the side, exposing her. The soft patch of hair above her slit makes my cock twitch. I like it better like this. Natural. Mine.

I drag my tongue through her folds in one slow, greedy stroke, tasting her. She’s already wet, sweet and warm. I groan against her and do it again, slower, letting my tongue part her lips and circle her clit.

“Fuck, Wolff,” she moans, hips rolling against my face.

I suck her clit into my mouth, tongue flicking fast and firm while I push two fingers inside her. She’s tight, hot, clenching as I curl them deep. I eat her like I’m starving, licking and sucking, nose grinding against her soft pubic hair while I finger-fuck her.

She comes hard, thighs clamping around my head, crying out my name as her pussy pulses around my fingers. I keep licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she’s trembling and oversensitive.

When I finally pull back, my mouth is shiny with her arousal. I wipe my chin with the back of my hand and stand up, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my cock.

Grabbing her by the hips, I pull her to the edge of the tailgate, lining up and slamming into her in one deep thrust. She gasps, back arching, legs wrapping around my waist.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, fucking her hard and deep. “This tight little cunt was made for me.”

I pound into her, the truck rocking with every thrust. Her tits bounce under her dress, and I yank the neckline down, exposing them. Leaning down, I suck one nipple into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her whimper.

She comes again, clenching around my cock, pulling me deeper. I fuck her through it as I chase my own release.

My hand slides up her body, fingers wrapping around her throat. Her eyes meet mine, wide and trusting, and she leans into it, lips parting on a soft moan.

“I love you,” she breathes, voice raw around my fingers.

The words slam into me. I thrust deeper, thumb brushing her jaw as I keep that firm, possessive grip.