Page 89 of If You Dare

Wes slams the door behind him. He’s on me in seconds, pressing his lips to mine. “I hope you know you’re fulfilling every fantasy I’ve ever had about you.”

My heart skips a beat. “How long have you been fantasizing about me?” I tease.

“Every day since I met you.”

I grin like an idiot.

He pushes me down roughly so I’m flat on the backseat, pinning me down with all six-foot-four of him. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me.

I’m not just falling in love with Wes. I’ve already fallen.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, little flower,” he tells me, caressing my cheek with a gentle hand. “Then I’m going to make you come on my cock.”

“Please,” I breathe.

“Beg harder for me, baby.” The words leave his mouth on his own plea.

“Please, Wes. Please fuck my mouth.”

He grins wickedly. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

He removes his belt and wraps it around my neck, testing it with a tug. I smile. Then he unzips his jeans, unleashing his cock.

Saliva floods my mouth, and I part my lips for him.

He braces himself over me, eyes never leaving my face as he slides his cock past my lips and pulls the belt at the same time.

Wes groans at the first stroke of his sensitive skin across my tongue. I’m pinned beneath him, unable to escape even if I wanted to as he fucks my mouth.

He thrusts in and out slowly, gradually making me swallow him deeper and deeper with every stroke, pulling out all the way to the tip before sliding back in. His loud groans above me, his taste on my tongue, his belt restricting my breathing, all make warmth pool between my legs.

“You just keep getting better and better.” He smirks. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

The praise makes my heart sing and liquid heat spread all the way to my toes. I wrap my hands around his thighs and pull him toward me. That’s all the encouragement he needs.

He shoves his cock deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes as he slams into me one, two, three more times before abruptly pulling out of my mouth. I gulp down air.

Wes leans down and kisses me. “Good fucking girl.”

“Now are you going to let me come on your cock?”

“No,” he growls. “I’m going to make you.”

My pussy clenches.

Wes slides his hands up my skirt, yanking down my panties and tossing them. He crushes my body under his, pushing my hair off my neck and kissing from my jaw to my collarbone. I shudder.

When he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, goosebumps race down my arms. I gasp.

“This is better than my fantasies,” Wes murmurs.

“Yeah?” I breathe.

“Yeah. Every fucking little sound that leaves your mouth, every moan and gasp and whimper, makes me want to shove my cock in that tight little pussy and fuck you until you’re screaming.”

I grin. “That’s what I’m hoping for.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fulfill all your hopes and dreams,” he promises.

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