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I’d heard the guys at the pub when they thought no one could hear them. None of them went down on a woman because they liked it. One guy had said, ‘it’s a chore before you get the good stuff’.
“You don’t have to. I know guys don’t like it.”
The intensity of Harry’s gaze increased to a new wattage. “Oh, I want to.”
“You really want to?” I asked.
He nodded slowly as his finger pushed past my panties and teased my entrance. A moan escaped my lips as he stroked slowly.
“That would make me your first,” he whispered, as he sunk his finger further.
I writhed, clutching his shoulders, and started to circle my hips to feel more. I was always wanting more with this man.
Harry suddenly withdrew his finger, my dress falling back down, and unentangled my arms. I whimpered at the loss. He moved me to the side and opened the passenger door.
“Get in,” he growled.
My face dropped. I did as he’d ordered, about to swing my legs into Lorraine when Harry dropped to his knees and grabbed mine, spinning me back to face him.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked.
He kissed each of my knees, his fingers pushing my dress up again.
“As I promised.” He squeezed my knees. “I want you to come on my face. I want you to scream my name so loud every guest hears you inside.”
Holy hell.“Oh!”
“Yes.Oh.” His smile was wolfish. “Would you like that too, right now?”
I nodded, my knees falling open. Harry spread them wider and pushed my dress all the way up, peppering my thighs with kisses. I braced myself on the seat behind me as he pulled my legs forward, leaving me perched on the seat edge, my underwear bare to him. I thanked the Lord I’d taken Sam’s advice and wore my best underwear—silver lace panties. No need for the matching bra in this dress. Harry’s eyes lit up as he stroked across the lace.
“Very nice,” he rumbled. “Found your black lace panties in Lorraine after we fucked.”
I quivered, the cold air on my exposed underwear reminding me my panties were soaked.
“Still have them, too.” He met my eyes. “I wonder what you’d taste like in silver …”
He lowered himself and pressed his lips to the lace, never breaking our stare, and then sucked hard.
“Oh my god!” My head fell back, my hips jerking up, eager for his mouth. Harry chuckled against my clit and I almost came apart in that moment.
“I think you like me,” he said, quickly removing my panties and shoving them in his pants pocket.
“I’d better get those back.”
“If you say please, you just might.”
He gazed down with a look of wonder, taking in the sight of me completely exposed and spread wide.
“I missed seeing you like this that night at the track. And now, I finally get a taste.”
He leaned down and I lost all thought as he lapped slowly and tenderly as if I was a spoon covered in trifle.
He slipped my legs over his shoulders and slid his hands under my butt, and then he parted my pussy lips with his tongue and kissed me, the same way he kissed my mouth.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned. “You taste better than any dessert.”
He watched my reactions as he rolled my clit on the tip of his tongue. I clutched the leather seat, thrusting my hips up to his mouth. He grinned, and then entered me with his tongue—into my pussy—and I moaned so loud. I’d never felt anything like this before. It felt so good.
