Bad Ride, Dani Wyatt [chromebook ebook reader .TXT] 📗

trunk of her car, crushing my hard length against the heat between her thighs, pushing her skirt up and working her bra off in a frenzy.

My hips start to grind into her, and there’s nothing dry about our humping, I can feel the wetness soaking into my jeans as my blood burns through my veins and I take one of her dark nipples into my mouth, her hands tugging at my hair as she pushes my knit cap out of the way and it falls to the floor.

I work back and forth, her body shaking and tits bouncing with the force of my rutting against her, and I imagine my pre-cum soaking through my jeans from the inside, mixing with her own warm nectar, and it’s as close to perfection as I’ve ever been.

“I imagined this too,” I grit out as I rake my teeth over her nipples and her thighs open wider, her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her, and I’m intoxicated by her desire. Addicted to the thought that she wants me in the way I’ve wanted her.

A tightness seizes my chest as thoughts of her wet pussy take over, and I know grinding against her like this won’t be enough. Her scent flows through me and I drop down, planting her feet on my shoulders as I drive my nose into the wet fabric between her soft thighs.

I moan in response, white lights dancing behind my lids as my need for her grows into a crazed fever and I take a long, slow lick as her sweet nectar brands me, putting her mark on me.

Binding me to her for all time.

“I thought of this for so long.” I reach up and tug down a pink cotton thong, one I’ve seen her bouncing around her room wearing many times before, and I stuff it into my back pocket as I rip open the snaps on my vest and let it slip down my back.

I flip off her shoes, fix her feet on my shoulders again and lean forward.

“I told you I was hungry, and you’re the all-I-can-eat buffet.”

Chapter 5

Annie

There’s a ringing in my ears, a reverberation pounding in my head.

Because I’m screaming.

God, this man’s mouth, it’s everywhere. And at the same time, it’s in the one, infinitesimally perfect spot that has me shuddering and clamping my thighs around his ears.

His enormous hands are tucked tight into the crease of where my thighs bend into my hips, holding me steady, and the moment of hesitation and insecurity I had when I figured out what was about to happen turns to vapor as his tongue teaches my pussy what it means to be schooled.

He runs his dark beard over my sensitive flesh, making me wince at the rough texture. It feels like he’s giving me a part of him. Every time I open my eyes and look down, between heaving breaths and focused spasms of delight, he’s staring up at me like I’m on life support and he’s on watch for the flatline.

He’s eating me like it’s life or death, his tongue flicking and spinning at my opening. Then he’s back to that other spot that has me grabbing at my hair and digging my heels into his hard shoulders.

Between the screams, his name chokes from my throat, battling with the air, trying to move through me to my burning lungs. His tongue winds and vibrates like the toy I use at night or in the shower when I’m thinking of him, but I didn’t know a human tongue could do those things.

But his? Oh my God, his does that and more, feeling like it’s growing, getting bigger. The thought of a tongue sort of hard-on makes me half giggle and I look down to see his intense stare flicker with doubt, but I fix it right away because I think if he stops now, my heart will stop right along with him.

“I’m not laughing at you. I just, it’s just…ah, God, please…” I try to twist from his grip as his teeth dance on the raw nerves making me want to beg for more and pull away at the intensity.

“What please?” He runs his tongue around his wet lips and the scent of my arousal spins with the pungent smells of the garage.

“Don’t stop. It’s your tongue. Like, it feels like it’s getting bigger, thicker…like a cock…like a tongue hard-on growing.”

There’s a fire that flashes in his eyes as he takes a finger and slips it inside of me, his lips circling my clit, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

How I didn’t give in to the deep-set quiver he set off inside me before now, I can’t remember or begin to imagine. I know there were reasons, but whatever they were they evaporate into the ether because right now, he is everything, and I want it all.

I swallow hard as his tongue works my clit, relentless, until my muscles twitch and my insides freeze. He doesn’t stop and God, I don’t want him to, he’s holding me over the edge, dangling me there with his mouth and the only way to freedom comes from his mouth.

There’s a place inside of me I’ve never allowed anyone to see. The wildness, the wanting, the girl that does things that would make the church ladies huddle and whisper. And Chewy is setting that part of me free as his tongue turns to a rapid fire of flicks and twists, until tears seep out of my eyes and convulsions of a magnitude I couldn’t imagine take my body, binding my throat and sending my mind into the stratosphere.

I’m whimpering, calling out, and in the midst of it all, I hear my own voice.

“Please, fuck me. I need that right now. I need you right fucking now.”

This man I pushed away for so long now feels like my savior and I want all of