Page 90 of If You Dare

He yanks my shirt up, covering my face, before tugging the cups of my bra down with one hand and latching onto my nipple.

“Agh!” I cry out. “Maybe we should go back to your apartment. What if someone hears us?”

“The windows are tinted, baby. No one will see you.” Then he flashes a wicked grin. “But they’re going to hear you.”

“No, Wes, no one can—”

He sucks my nipple into his mouth again, and I stop protesting, unable to do anything other than moan his name.

When he’s satisfied, he moves to the other, sucking me into his mouth as deep as he can, my whole breast moving with the suction.

His belt squeezes my throat. My eyes roll, and my pussy grinds against him involuntarily. Soaked and desperate for him.

“So impatient.” A low chuckle.

“Yes,” I confirm.

“You’re going to take my tongue first, baby.” Warmth stirs low in my belly at the promise. “I want to taste that sweet pussy and feel how soaked you are for me.”

“I am,” I gasp. “I’m soaked.”

“Wasn’t a question.” He’s well aware of exactly the effect he has on me.

Wes kneels on the floor and throws my legs over his shoulders before yanking my pussy to his mouth.

I gasp at the abrupt movement before his tongue glides up my slit. The pleasure makes me writhe and electricity thrums through my veins. “Fuck. How are you so good at this?”

“Because you were made for me,” he says simply.

My chest constricts and happy tears spring to my eyes until his tongue glides up me again. “That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

“I’m the one who gives orders,” he growls.

But he doesn’t stop. His tongue licks me harder, making me squirm while he alternates between restricting my airway with his belt and letting me breathe. His hands press down on my thighs, pinning me so I can’t escape him.

Wes pushes his head against me harder, groaning when he slips his tongue between my folds. A hand drifts up to my bare breast, pinching my nipple before squeezing. My tit fits perfectly in his hand.

Movement in my peripheral vision catches my eye. In the darkness, a shadow moves through the parking lot.

“Someone’s coming,” I gasp.

“She’s about to.” He squeezes my breast again with the promise.

“No, someone’s in the parking lot. We’re going to get caught.”

He straightens, laying me flat again. “Then I better make you come on my cock.”

“We need to leave—”

“Sorry, baby.” He nudges his cock at my entrance before slowly sliding inside me, stretching me and making me cry out. “I don’t break my promises.”

His thumb lands on my clit just as he slams his dick inside me to the hilt. I scream, clapping a hand over my mouth.

The car rocks with every thrust of his cock inside me. We’re definitely going to get caught now. “The car is rocking,” I warn.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Wes growls.

He spreads my knees wider, driving into me deeper while his thumb keeps working my clit and his belt nearly stops the air making its way down my throat.

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