Page 50

“Harder,” she begs, pushing her ass back against me. She reaches for my hand, pulling it from her hip to the nape of her neck. I lace my fingers through her short hair, following her lead. She cranes her neck when I give her hair a light tug, and even though she won’t look at me, I can see the corners of her mouth pull up into a grin. I drive deep into her again, and she cries out.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

Fuck. Any semblance of my remaining restraint snaps. I have never once thought about someone calling me that. What button did I press to unlock that kink? I want to keep hearing her call me anything remotely endearing like that.

My grip on her hair tightens, and I manage to rock into her soaked cunt one more time before we both shatter. The edges of my vision blur, and her pussy clamps around my pulsing cock as I spill into her.

I slump forward over her spent body, which only pushes me deeper into her. I let go of her hair and kiss the back of her neck, slowly working kisses down the back of her arm, prompting her to turn and look at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks are almost flushed enough to hide her freckles, and the sated, lazy grin she’s wearing is the only compliment that I’ll ever need.

I also know that she might look content, but she’ll take more, because she still wants more.

That’s why I’m not wasting this moment. I’m either going to give her every last ounce of me until she gets me out of her system, or I’m going to make both of us remember that there’s still something here. Either way, I don’t want there to be any doubt where we stand going forward. I press my lips to the back of her hand before I ease myself out of her.

“What are you doing, Sly?” She continues to look at me over her shoulder as I pull my pants up and kneel behind her on one knee. It’s a little awkward with my prosthetic, and I make sure to put my weight on my good leg, but nothing is going to stop me from tasting her again. She’s still splayed chest-down across my car, when I grab the globes of her ass, prompting her to tilt her head in confusion.

“I told you… I’m giving you what you need,” I say, looking away from her and grinning when I see a bead of my cum running from her well-fucked pussy and down her thigh.

I know my girl. Two is not enough for her.

I saw the way she was squirming; she still has angst to burn off. Tasting my own cum didn’t bother me the first time she wanted to try spitting it back into my mouth, and it’s certainly not going to bother me now.

I run my tongue over her needy cunt, tasting us.

Salty, tangy, sweaty.

The sweet mix hits my tongue, and my cock twitches. I’m almost tempted to fuck her again, right goddamn now.

CHAPTER 21

JOSIE

Heaven And More

Oh. Ooooh.

“Oh my god,” I chant, feeling the cool metal of the hood against my cheek, fighting the heat creeping up my neck. Sly might have been shy growing up, but the two of us brought out the wild, spontaneous sides of each other. Exploring our bodies, our wants and needs, was something that brought us closer together.

This, though—this is something else. I film some wild things—even if they are solo. Normally, I’m shameless, but watching, and hearing, Sly eat me out after he fucked me senseless feels so sinful—so raw. I already feel myself nearing another orgasm. From the way his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, to the scrape of his beard over my inner thighs, to the sounds he’s making, it’s heaven and more. I’m glad he can’t see me with the way his face is buried between my thighs because I want to memorize every perfect detail of this.

When he was fucking me like his life depended on it—staring deep into my soul, into the places I haven’t let anyone else see—it was too intimate. That’s why I made him flip me over because I couldn’t let him and those irresistible blue eyes, back into those deep and locked away parts of my mind.

I mean, yes, I didn’t want it to stop, and changing the angle felt great, and it got us both exactly what we needed, but I can’t let him see those parts of me when I know he’s telling the truth.

It’s becoming very clear there are still flickers of feelings for him lingering in the parts of my psyche that I’ve tried to wall off for years, and he knows it. It doesn’t matter if he’s right. I can’t admit that to anyone—not even myself—but especially not to him.

Fortunately, I have the best distraction in the world right now. Those huge, rough hands are cupping my ass and the wet noises, coupled with his muffled moans, already have me close to coming again. I had almost managed to block it from my mind that he considered it some kind of competition to see how many times—and how many ways—he could make me come. What I never considered is that he might have gotten better at this.

“I forgot how good we taste,” he rasps between breaths when he comes up for air. I contemplate saying—I don’t know—something about how it’s his fault he’s had to go without tasting me—no, us—for years, but I don’t get the chance because he takes one of those hands and plunges his thumb inside me. My pussy clenches around his thick digit, and my thighs squeeze together around his face.

When I came to the garage, I was fighting the coil of need low in my stomach—the one that formed the moment we kissed last night. It felt like an unbearable weight until I got here tonight, something that was a burden to be dealt with. Now, it’s something that Sly is chasing—winding up and unleashing. It’s already beginning to unwind for the—actually, I’m starting to lose track of how many times. I know that’s what he wants, and I don’t care.

He can keep score and try to win me with orgasms. When I inevitably leave town, I’ll be the winner—like I am right now, because my shaking knees tell me that I’m about to come on his face, again. That’s a win-win in my book.

I push back into him, and he growls his approval, swiping his tongue through my slit again before flicking it over my clit. That growl, and that tongue, are my undoing. I see stars as I squeeze around his thumb, and I cry out some sort of gibberish about why does it have to be him that’s so good at this. He keeps licking my clit until I’m so overstimulated and alive, but equally blissed out, that I melt against his car. The only thing that keeps me from turning into a puddle on the floor of the garage are his massive hands, catching my limp body.

When he slowly kisses his way up the back of my thigh, over my ass, and up my spine, I don’t protest. I barely even register the words he breathes against my skin like ‘so fucking perfect’ or ‘needed you’ and ‘heaven’, which is exactly what this has been. It’s only when I feel his hot breath on my cheek, and his body pressed against mine, that the reality of what we did sinks in.

His mouth hovers over my neck, and I know he’s about to say something I don’t want to hear. My eyes fly open, and I manage to push against the hood, sliding out from underneath him. I take a step away from him, creating the space I need to get away from his warmth and let my brain function. I stand next to my duffel bag on the floor and stare at him while I pull down my skirt and put my tank top back on, not missing the way his eyes linger.