Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
JD, as always, was decisive. He threw open the rear door of the car, grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the back seat, then jumped in after me and slammed the door.
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LORNA
I scooched along the seat to make room for him. My heart was suddenly racing, shock mixed with excitement. Are we really doing this? How far are we going to,,,
The door slammed, sealing us off from the outside world. It was suddenly quiet enough that I could hear my breathing, fast and trembling, and his, slow and steady.
He slid next to me, his hip pressed against mine. Then he took my face in his hands, the tips of his fingers sliding into my hair, and tipped my head back for his kiss. I could feel the brute power of him as he pressed up against me, that cowboy roughness: the size of his palms on my cheeks, the rasp of his stubble when it brushed me. In the luxurious, refined cabin of the Mercedes, with its hand-stitched leather and chrome vents, he felt even more deliciously raw and real. It didn’t matter that he was in a tailored suit: underneath he was denim and granite and I fucking loved it.
The kiss turned open-mouthed and hungry, every press of his lips sending ribbons of silvery excitement rippling down to my core. Then he started kissing down my jaw, down my throat, and I tangled my fingers in his hair and panted. Each kiss was a hot little explosion on my skin, sending out scorching shockwaves, and he drew a trail all the way down to my collar bone, as low as he could reach without undoing my blouse. Then he moved back a little and we opened our eyes and looked at each other.
We had to decide: were we going to be sensible, respectable, and drive back to the penthouse? We were in a parked car right out on the street, for God’s sake. The street was quiet and it was pretty dark, but what if someone walked by? Sex in a car was something teenagers did. I was a mom and close to forty.
I looked at JD’s hulking silhouette, at those prairie-sky eyes gleaming in the darkness…and nodded.
He smirked and then he was on me, tipping me back on the seat until I was flat on my back. He leaned down and kissed me again, pushing me down into the sumptuously soft leather. He put his hand on my calf and started to work his way up my leg, rubbing in slow circles through the nylon of my hold ups, and my breath tightened, the anticipation building with every inch
I bit my lip as his hand slid under my skirt. He stroked my upper thigh and then growled as he found the top of my hold ups and the bare skin above. My eyes flew open and I stared up at him as his fingertips circled higher and higher. Then they nudged the silky material of my panties and the soft warmth of my pussy, and I moaned.
He started to rub me there. His fingers were strong and expert, working up and down the length of my lips with firm strokes that made me buck my hips and pant. But he kept it teasingly slow, enough to drive me crazy but not enough to get me off. With his other hand, he started to unbutton my blouse, kissing my bare skin as it was revealed.
My hands came up and started to stroke his sides through his shirt, fingertips running over the deep ridges of his obliques. Touching him opened the floodgates: I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him, of that sculpted, hard maleness. I tugged his shirt free of his pants and my hands dived beneath the soft cotton. I smoothed my palms over the tight flatness of his stomach and then slid them upwards, tracing the intoxicating V where his torso flared outward to his chest.
JD had my blouse open to my stomach, now, and that was enough for him to flip the cups of my bra up and free my breasts. His tongue lapped at my nipple and I cried out, arching my back, pulses of heat sliding down to my groin, where they turned into wetness. His tongue licked and teased, swirling around the base of the nipple and drawing it up to aching hardness. Then he went to work on the other one, opening his mouth wide to take in the soft flesh and licking with slow, hard strokes. He began to rub the first nipple between finger and thumb, squeezing just enough to make the pulses of heat go silver-edged and fluttery. I groaned, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter, my ass grinding against the soft leather.
The fingers rubbing my pussy slowed. Then he nudged aside my panties and a finger slid up inside me. I took a deep, shuddering breath as it filled me: thick, knobbly perfection. My toes tap-danced in my heels as he pushed into me to the limit and then he hooked his finger and began to rub and I hissed, my head going back and my eyes screwing closed as the pleasure spiraled tighter. I was running my hands up and down his naked back, now, but it was awkward, with his shirt still on and bunched up around his chest, so I scrambled to undo it, blindly fumbling the buttons open.