Page 62 of Adoring Delaney

“I don’t think I was begging.”

“Yeah, baby, you were. You also let me bend you over my lap and swat your fine ass. It was a pretty shade of pink and your excitement was running down your leg onto my pants. You were beggin’ alright and all it had taken was me strummin’ your clit and you screamed. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something because when you catch for me it’s always hot, but there was something about that night. You giving me everything, allowing me to be in complete control of your body. That was so goddamn sexy I still stroke myself off thinking about it.”

“You’re serious?”

I wanted to laugh at the shock in her voice but I was too busy trying to ignore my now hard cock and concentrate on the road.

“About which part? That you were so fucking wet for me all it took was me flicking your clit and you came so fast and hard I almost lost it and joined you coming in my pants. Or the part about me stroking my dick thinking about it? Because I have to tell you, Laney baby, I have thousands of images to pull from. Just thinking about you going down on me and the way you swirl your tongue around the head of my cock is enough to bring me off. No joke, I could come from thinking about just your mouth.”

“Carter,” she groaned

Oh, hell yes. Her shock had made a hard left straight to turned on. I knew that tone, it was how she said my name after I kissed her and right before she started moaning her pleasure.

“You don’t believe me, Laney, reach over and check for yourself.”

“You’re hard just from talking about it?” Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shift in her seat.

“Babe, I’m so fucking hard my dick hurts. And I know I don’t need to check to know you’re wet just from hearing me admit to strokin’ myself thinking about you. Bet your panties are soaked and you’re clenchin’ your thighs.”

She went quiet and I really wished I could see her. But between the darkness in the cab and the tiny detail that I was behind the wheel and needed to pay attention to the road, I could only steal glances every few seconds.

But those glimpses told me she was thinking hard about something.

“Have you ever had highway head?”

“Come again?” I choked.

“You know, a blow job while you’re driving.”

“Baby, I know what it is. What I don’t understand is why you’re asking.”

“I’ve never given highway head.”

“I know you haven’t,” I unintentionally growled. “Considering my cock is the only one you’ve ever wrapped your lips around and I’ve never had a blow job while driving, I drew the conclusion.”

“I want to.”

“What?” My head snapped in her direction before I remembered to watch the road and looked back.

Thankfully it was nearing eleven and there wasn’t traffic on the highway or I may’ve crashed my truck.

Delaney’s answer wasn’t verbal. She pushed up the center console, making the front a bench seat, and unbuckled her belt. She slid to the middle, put the lap belt on, twisted toward me, and her hand dove to my crotch.

“Whoa, Laney.”

I moved my hand over hers, stopping her movement.

“You told me to check for myself.” Her voice was husky and lust-filled.

Delaney had initiated sex plenty over the years. She wasn’t afraid to tell me what she wanted. But she had never been this forward.

“I did. But I have a feeling you’re planning on doing more than checking.”

“No, I’m just checking.”

Her hand wiggled out from under mine and she had my jeans unbuttoned and my zipper pulled before I could stop her.

What the fuck was happening? And who was this woman?

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