Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I haven’t heard Mallory say a nice word about me and I can’t wait for my first compliment.
“An asshole and all assholes dick around.”
I swing the car onto the curb, turn off the engine, pull up the emergency brake and haul her over the console.
“Wait, wait,” she half screams, half laughs. “I was kidding!”
“I’m not.” I pop the button of her shorts open, shove my hand down her panties and into the slick cream of her cunt.
She gasps and clenches around my finger. “What are...why does...oh my God. Don’t stop.”
“Stopping is the last thing on my mind.” I shove her pants down her long, bare legs. She helps, kicking them off at the end. I drape a leg on either side of mine and then deliberately spread my thighs wide. She moans again as I stretch her tight pussy with a second finger. Juice drips out of her wet cunt onto my palm.
“Fuck, I can’t wait until you’re riding my mouth and coming down my throat. I’m going to suck your cunt until you’re dry.”
Her channel spasms at my words.
“That’s right, baby, lean back and ride my fingers. Fuck my hand. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she cries but instinct is a hell of a thing because she reaches behind her, curls her palms around my knees and starts pumping up and down on my two fingers like it’s my shaft.
My cock pulses with excitement and I grow dizzy thinking of what it’s going to feel like to have her wet, hot pussy gripping my dick. No more dry-ass handjobs for me. Oh no. From now on, I’m jacking into her juicy cunt at every spare second. Six minutes allotted for passing period between biology and government? I’ll be bending her over the second floor stairwell with her skirt flipped up and my pants around my knees driving so hard into her she feels my cock in her throat.
“This feels so good, Carter. So good,” she moans, swirling her hips around in small circles. I stroke her, looking for that tiny patch of skin that is supposed to set her off like a rocket.
“Keep going,” I urge. “I want to feel you come. Once you do, I’m going to lick your pussy juice off my hand and then you’re going to sit on my face while I eat you out.”
She looks down her nose at me, sloe-eyed and flushed with arousal. “You have a dirty mouth, Carter.”
“All the better to eat you out with.” I grin.
She releases a shaky breath. “You should put your money where your mouth is.”
Fuck. I love her. Always challenging me. “Watch your head,” I warn. I pull out, grab her hips and haul her up until that hot cunt is mouth high. I latch on to her sex, spearing her with my tongue. She screams, her high-pitched sex sounds bouncing off the small interior. My dick swells to an ungodly size and the orgasm that has been building since I first saw her in the back of my car comes barreling out of my cock. I spill into my jeans at the same time that she comes, creaming all over my tongue. It’s an awesome way to spend time in my car, I’ll say that.
Chapter 24
Mallory
I fidget in my seat as Deuce pulls away from the curb. He reaches over and checks my seatbelt again, giving it a small tug to make sure it’s in place. I smile at his outward gesture to take care of me.
“What do you want to eat?” He licks his lips as he asks the question and I know he can taste me there. I tasted myself when he kissed me and put me back into my seat. He insisted on putting my seatbelt on so that he knew for sure that it was on correctly. Now I’m starting to think Deuce is the one who is nervous. Despite all of his dirty talk he is still, after all, a virgin. I am too, but Deuce is good at everything he does in life. I can see that being the best at things is important to him. It makes me wonder if he has a trace of insecurity about what is about to go down between us. I was nervous too when he began touching me in the car but my body responded to him as if he had touched me a million times before. As though we were meant for one another.
“You just ate,” I tease him, getting a small smirk from him.
“What do you want to eat?” he asks again. “I’m holding on by a tiny string here, Mallory. I need to feed you then I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours. Your taste on my tongue is sweet torture. So please put me out of my misery and tell me what you want.”