Page 75 of Where the Blacktop Ends

“Because if I fuck you, I won’t ever want to let you go,” I say, my voice rough with restraint.

Her breath hitches as she stares up at me and then I lean down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, meaning to leave before things go further, but she doesn’t let me. Her hands lock around my neck, legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer. She arches into me, rocking her pelvis against my hard length, until there’s not a single damn inch of space left between us.

And I can’t fucking fight it anymore.

My mouth covers hers, and I breathe her in, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip before dipping inside. My hands move to the hem of her long t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing bare skin underneath.

No bra.

A low growl escapes me.

“Spent all night with James like this?” I mutter, cupping one of her full breasts, too big for my hands to get around and theperfect weight. I squeeze them and then pinch her nipple firmly in punishment, driving both of us mad.

She squirms beneath my touch. “He’s just my friend, Troy. I’ve known him forever. I told you that.”

“The way he looks at you isn’t friendly.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she whispers.

“I understand enough of what goes through a man’s mind when they look at you. You’re breathtaking.”

I break our kiss, pulling back to look at her. Topless, hair all mussed across her pillow in a wild mane of strawberry blonde fire, my punishing kisses lingering on her swollen red lips, the same color I bet her pussy will get when my cock finally pushes inside of her.

“Georgia, there’s no man on this earth who can handle being justfriends with you and not want a taste of the honey between your legs. I know because I’ve had it. And you can’t tell me otherwise.”

I yank back the covers, revealing her shorts covered bottom before gripping her thighs and spreading them so wide she’s in a split. My fingers trail between the soft flesh of her thighs until they reach the junction where her pussy rests. I brush over her folds, dip underneath the fabric gently, reveling in the slickness that lingers there.

“Look at you, messing your shorts up, coating my fingers.”

She shivers and sits up in the bed to watch my teasing. I rub my fingers on either side of her clit, bringing the blood to the apex and edging her. My hands trail lower, rubbing across her pussy on either side of her opening.

“Please, touch me, Troy,” she moans.

“Could you tell that I was jealous?” I ask, watching her closely.

She shakes her head, her voice soft. “I didn’t know. He’s just a friend.”

“I believe you that he’s just a friend,” I say, voice low as my hands drift upward to her hips, “but I’m still going to be jealous of everyone. Every friend, every person you talk to, everyone you touch. Hell, I’m jealous of these damn shorts.” In one swift move, I yank them down, sliding them off her legs with her underwear and tossing them aside.

“Pinch your clit,” I command.

Her fingers move down between her legs, and just as she pinches, I dive in, my tongue flattens as I lick a slow, sloppy line from her ass to her fingers that are teasing her clit, ending with a gentle nip.

She gasps, her back arching off the bed. “Troy!”

“Has anyone else touched this pussy since me?” My voice is dark, demanding.

Her head nods frantically. “No one.”

“Good,” I growl, satisfaction humming through me as I plunge my tongue deep inside her, tasting the slick heat that’s spilling out. “So sweet. You taste like red wine and sex.”

She moans and flops back onto the bed, her breasts heaving. “How do you just… say stuff like that? You go from being all business to a fucking sex god.”

I chuckle against her pussy, grinding my nose into her, coating her all over me so that I never lose the taste of her again. “Rub your clit for me. I want to see what you like.”

Her fingers move down, finding her clit where she rubs small circles on it. “Why won’t you fuck me, Troy?”

“Because I meant what I said,” I rasp, plunging two fingers inside her, twisting and hooking as I feel her wetness slide down my wrist. “I won’t let you go, Georgia. You need to understand that.”

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