Page 42 of Mustang Summer

He zeroed in on her core.“I want to kiss you all over.”

“Do it.”

Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he found her center.As soon as his tongue hit her clit, she moaned and dropped back, murmuring something he thought was, “It’s been too long.”

It had been for him, too.Months, because he’d grown tired of the girls who lusted after him only to lack any tolerance.

You’re such aguy.

Yeah, he was, and he planned on showing Josie how much of a man he was.

Her hips rolled up, and he feasted on her.She grew wetter, close to coming.Gently, he slid one finger into her tight channel.She pulsed around him as her whole body shuddered.In and out he thrust, until her hips undulated in tune with his rhythm.

“You’re unbelievable,” she gasped.

He’d heard that before, too, but not with the awed yearning in Josie’s voice.He ran his other hand along her torso.Having had sensory issues when he was a kid, her soft skin was a special delight.Soothing, warm, and pleasing to his senses, like the hot pads laid across his forehead as a child.

She tensed and buried her hands in his hair.She convulsed around his finger as she climaxed.When she went limp, he pulled back.

Josie spread across the hood of a Mustang was an erotic image he’d never forget.Some probably thought he’d been with a girl like this before, but they’d always been separate parts of his life.

Resting his hands on either side of her, he let his gaze wander across her shimmering skin.

She shoved at his chest with her fingertips and sat up as he straightened.

“What’s the possibility you have a condom on you?”She dipped her head to kiss along his chest.

His mind whirled for any condom information before he remembered his wallet.Cash had been adamant about carrying one at all times—and changing it out frequently when not used.Keep your swimmers caged, boys.

Brock grabbed his wallet the same time she freed his manhood.

He groaned and rocked into her hot palm, nearly forgetting what he’d been doing.He opened his wallet and snatched the shiny packet.

“Score.”She grinned and looked up at him through hooded lids.

Part of him didn’t believe this was happening.Sex before had always seemed like work.Not the act itself, but getting to this point.He had a mental checklist.

Shower after a long day of work.Plan to meet at the bar.Kill time while making awkward conversation with an overly giggly woman.Sometimes they’d set up a date instead of hooking up right away.That’d decrease his chances of getting laid by over half.Sometimes it would just be a quick hookup and they’d go their separate ways.Not exactly fulfilling.

But here he was.Watching a gorgeous woman he’d spent the day with roll a condom onto his rigid shaft.All this after he’d stormed out on her because she’d said something that triggered him.

He caressed her face, needed to touch her.“You’re amazing.”

She twined one arm around his neck and her other hand directed him into heaven.“You’re not so bad yourself.”

She exhaled against his lips as he pushed inside.Her butt cheeks squeaked along the hood as he grabbed her ass and pulled her into him.

When he was seated fully inside, she swiveled her hips slightly until they fit each other perfectly.

He captured her mouth and withdrew and thrust back in.With both arms secured around his neck, she allowed him to set the pace.

Sex was something he could interpret.A woman was like an engine, though the last time he’d told a girl that, he’d gotten slapped.

But there were good sounds and bad sounds.Josie communicated her pleasure.Loudly.

And he fucking loved it.

Her legs wrapped around him and tightened.He grasped her hips and moved her with his thrusts.

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