Page 75 of The Likelihood Of You

“They’re adorable, but they’re in the way.”

“They feel fine to me.” She ground down onto my ever-growing hard-on, in sync with every word that left those pretty lips.

I let out a groan and rolled my head back. “Baby.”

“Uh-huh?”

Mydick did nothing but throb ten times more, just hearing how low and sexy her voice had become. I’d heard it last night, too, when she let me know that she wasn’t going to beg, which eventually made me realise that she’s a hard girl to crack. I knew what she was doing, and hearing those alluring tones again triggered something inside me.

My hand switched positions, leaving her waist and greeting the side of her neck with my palm. I squeezed her skin gently, a sacred gasp leaving her throat. “You get your pretty little ass off me and lose them, or I’ll pick you up and do it myself.” I slowly pulled her head down so it was an inch or two from mine, trying not to avert my eyes to her cleavage. “Your choice, baby.”

Her tongue slipped out from her mouth, gliding across her lips, my eyes hanging on the sight of it. I loved this side of Florence. I liked that she felt safe enough to be wild with me. That she felt comfortable enough to show me the parts of her that were secret and hidden away from the rest of the world.

To the rest of the world, she was the girl next door, the accent making her seem even more proper. I was a sucker for the girl next door type, but that girl always had a few dark secrets tucked away somewhere. Tonight, she was sharing another one.

“I’d love to see you try and get me off you. I’m not moving anywhere.” she leant down, her head invading the skin on my neck, her breath sending shivers down my back. Her mouth was right next to my ear, and I swear I felt my head spin and the world go quiet when she whispered, “Because your hard-on is rubbing my clit so nicely I’m almost close to coming on it.”

A switch had flipped inside me after that. Her words were the lighter that ignited the fire within me, meaning her stare was thegasoline that was thrown over the open flame—a blazing inferno in the pit of my body. I was done with the niceties and gentle caresses. She was getting royally fucked in the back of this truck tonight, and nothing on this earth was going to stop me.

I tightened my grip around her thigh that was to the right of me and hoisted her off me. My other hand had a firm grip on her back; my arm was as tense as I could get it so she could fall back with a solid pillar to support her. I found the flimsy panties and yanked them off her in a rapid motion, gliding them down her legs and tossing the torturous thing to the bottom of the truck bed.

Once she wasn’t straddling me anymore, I made quick work of unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off me, my briefs joining them not a second later. I’d been wise when laying out the blankets earlier.

The air was nearly freezing, but luckily, I had that fire in me keeping me warm. And the woman next to me. My attention flew back to Florence, whose hand had disappeared under her dress. Her head was hanging back, her eyes half closed.

One part of me wanted to sit there and watch her play with herself, admire what she was doing and absorb those dirty little whimpers that fell from her mouth. But the other part of me grew jealous, that it wasn’t me making her moan like that, that it wasn’t me pleasing her to within an inch of her life.

The jealous side of me won.

I sat up, grabbed the blue satin that covered her body and pulled it off her, revealing a simple, matching white lace bra that convinced me she was an angel, despite how devilish she’d been acting lately. I laid her down on the blanket and let my hands wanderover the stiff peaks of her nipples that teased me through the lace that was covering them, all the way down to her sweet spot. “So fucking gorgeous,” I whispered, which was met with Flo tugging at her bottom lip and her head settling back into the pillow.

I ran my finger down from her stomach to the valley that led me to where I wanted to be. I wasted no time in rubbing my thumb over her, still hot and swollen from her touch. More delicate groans left her mouth as her spine arched like it did last night, letting me know she liked what I was doing.

“Fuck, Jacob.” Her words came out all raspy and tight, like she was telling the truth before and reallywasclose to finishing. With that, I drove three of my fingers straight into her, entering her warmth slowly and picking up pace gradually, my thumb still circling.

It became apparent from the first few thrusts just how turned on she was. “You’re dripping, baby.” I groaned, sinking deeper.

“Baby, I’m close…I’m….” I drowned out her words; all I was focused on was not altering my pace so she didn’t lose that sensation that was threatening to climax, which happened only a few seconds later. I slowed down my fingers and brought my circling thumb to a halt, letting her bask in the sensation taking over her body.

“My God, I…I don’t think I can move.” She breathed out, her hands limp as she tried to find me. Her eyes were barely open, the curls in her hair had turned frizzy, and there was a slight sheen of sweat that glazed her stomach, yet she had never been more beautiful.

I loved seeing her like this, so raw and pure. So naturally perfect.

And all mine.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t really have to move for me to fuck you.”

That made her eyes spring open, and a smile so wide wash over her face. “So gentlemanly.” She said, her hands playing with her breasts, making my hands all the more jealous.

“I don’t think you’ll want to call me that after this.”

In the time she was recovering from her climax, I had time to reach behind me, grab a condom out of my wallet, and slip it on without disturbing her.

"You ready, baby?" I asked, resting on my knees.

"Yes." She breathed.

So with that, I didn’t hang back in driving into her again, this time with triple the force.

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