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Oh my God, I thought we’d never be able to leave.
“That was the longest family dinner in the history of the world,” Layton growls from the passenger seat as we pull toward the ranch gates. “Pull over.” He points to the office. “Mind killing the lights?”
“I need complete sentences, caveman.” But I do as he instructs, finding the switch and turning off the headlights.
The mechanical seat hums as he moves it to the farthest position back. “Come here. Wait. Pants off and then come here.”
I give him the side-eye.
“Please, Olivia, would you take your pants off and come crawl onto my lap?”
I kick off my shoes and slide my pants down, before standing on the seat to climb over the center console.
He grunts as he grabs me and places his mouth below my belly button. “This isn’t ideal, and I won’t make a habit of it, but—” He pushes me until my shoulders are on the dash. He throws my leg over his shoulder and falls on my clit like a starving man at his last meal.
He’s not gentle. It’s raw, carnal, and so darn sexy.
One hand under my back lifts me closer to his mouth, bending me until I’m in a backbend, tits pressed up toward the windshield.
“Oh God. I’m…”
He’s not trying to finesse me, draw out an orgasm, or show me his skill. He’s feasting because he loves it and can’t get enough of it, and I’m the lucky victim of his lust.
He latches on to my clit and sucks like his life depends on it. He doesn’t stop when I come. He doesn’t stop when my arms are shaking. He doesn’t stop when my whole body wants to weep. He eats and sucks and spears me with his tongue. Groaning and moaning like he’ll never get enough.
“Don’t move, Olivia. Do not move.”
I hear rustling and feel his soft lips pressed to my inner thigh as he releases me from his mouth to sit on his hard, full cock. “Slowly, Layton. Please,” I beg while I hold his eyes.
“You’re tight and slick, and I can feel you throbbing. I want more.”
“I’ll take all of you, baby, but it’s been a while, and you’re not an average man.”
His eyes slice to slits as he watches me, but I can’t focus. I’m so full, so sated, so open to him, and he’s pushing so deep into me.
“You okay?” he asks, the muscles in his corded neck contracting from his exertion.
“I’m better than okay. My Layton is back.”
He lifts me and drops me onto his cock just as he rocks up, hitting me so deep the line between pleasure and pain blurs.
“Fuck yeah.”
Slam.
“Oh fuck.”
Slam.
“Swallow my dick, Olivia.”
Slam.
“Take it all.”
Slam.
I’m going to die. I’m going to die. My body will split in two with an orgasm that wrecks me like an earthquake. I’ll die getting railed in a car in rural Texas. And I don’t care.
