Page 41 of Pucking Forbidden

“Yeah?” Her smile grows, stretching across her face so fucking big. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” She bobs her head in a nod, craning to place her lips next to my ear. “I’ve been thinking about that thing you do with your tongue. You know, the one where you give me repeated orgasms?”

“Fuck,” I growl, my bottle thumping against the wooden tabletop as I plunk it down. My dick is hard and aching, pressing insistently against my zipper. My hands itch to sink into her hips and haul her onto my lap, to give her what she wants right here and now. To hell with everyone around us. I want her moaning and screaming for me.

Her teeth close around the shell of my ear, and I practically haul her up out of her seat. Everyone turns to look at us, but I’m already sliding from the booth with my arm around her waist. “We’re leaving.”

Diego smirks like he knows exactly where we’re going, but I don’t pay him any attention. I don’t say goodbye, either. I just stomp away, ignoring the laughter and catcalls thrown at our retreating backs.

Somehow, we make it all the way to my truck before I have her pressed up against the side, her cheek against the glass, my dick against her ass. My teeth sink into the side of her throat as I slip my hand into her pants, desperate to touch her, to have her falling apart for me again.

“You like fucking with me in public, princess?” I rasp, shoving my hand into her panties. She’s already drenched, her sticky juices hot against my fingertips. I roll my thumb over her clit, pushing two fingers deep inside her. “You like making me so fucking hard I can’t think about anything but this right here?”

“No,” she gasps, already writhing beneath me, rocking against my hand. “I fucking love it, Jordan.”

I groan, burying my face in her throat. I feel like I’m spiraling out of control for her, just losing all sense of reason or reality. The whole world is reordering itself. It no longer revolves around the sun. It revolves around her. Her happiness. Her pleasure.

“I love you wild,” she whispers. “I love you desperate.”

“Show me how much you love it.”

She immediately reaches behind me, trying to get her hands on my cock, but that’s not what I want. I want her riding it, fucking screaming my name so loud everyone hears her.

I pop the locks on the truck, practically tossing her in the backseat. “Pants off, princess. Now,” I snap, hopping in behind her. I slam the door, already reaching for the fly of my slacks.

Her eyes are wide in the light trickling in from the streetlight…but she doesn’t tell me no. She squirms around, kicking her way free of her pants and panties as I drag my cock out, working my fist up and down my length.

“Climb up and ride me, Sutton. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“No.” She bats my hand away from my cock, replacing it with hers. Her breath is a wild pant as she stretches out, her lips straining toward my cock. “Not until you’re begging this time.”

“Fuck!” I growl, slamming my hand against the door as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, moaning around me. My other hand flies to the back of her head, holding her there.

She chokes on my cock, and still, she moans. She squirms.

I let up slightly, allowing her to breathe. She looks up at me, her eyes feral with need.

“You look beautiful choking on my cock, Sutton,” I murmur, tugging the silky strands of her hair. “Those pretty lips stretch so wide for me.”

She whimpers, licking all around the head, before she plunges down again. She wrecks me with that mouth, leaving me growling and cursing beneath her, trying like hell not to come down her perfect throat. What she can’t fit in her mouth, she takes in hand, stroking up as she plunges down, until every inch is engulfed by her.

“Christ, baby,” I rasp, my hand tangled in her hair. “That feels so fucking good.”

Her tongue drags along my frenulum, flicking against it, before she plunges down again. And then again. She plays with me like I’m her favorite toy, destroying me over and over.

“I need you,” I gasp when I can’t take anymore. If I’m not inside her soon, I’m going to explode into pieces.

She ignores me, plunging down again. Teasing me. Toying with me. She’s having the time of her life with my cock in her mouth.

“Baby, please,” I groan, not above begging if it gets me inside her any quicker. For her, I’ll get on my knees if that’s what she wants. Whatever it takes to keep her right here with me.

And maybe that’s my answer. Maybe that’s the clarity I’ve desperately needed. I have to tell her the truth because destroying us…well, I can’t do it. Not again. Not if it means losing her. It’s selfish and wrong, and maybe I’ll pay for it in the end. But I can’t let her go. Her brother’s secret can’t be the reason she turns from me again.

“Please,” I plead, my voice a ragged pant as she sucks me deep again, hollowing her cheeks. My hips buck, forcing my cock deeper. “Please, baby. Please.”

She pops off with a moan, her wild eyes meeting mine as her tongue skates across her bottom lip. Her mascara is smeared, her lipstick ruined. And still, she’s the prettiest little angel I’ve ever seen. “Delicious,” she whispers.

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