Page 54 of That Pretty Pucking Mouth

“Thatcher,” she cries out in a high-pitched tone.

I suck her clit, and then I hear her head hit the window. I circle my tongue a few times and then fuck her with it.

“Thatcher,” she screams from the pleasure. “Oh, my fucking god!”

She’s riding my face now as deep howling moans leave her throat. Fuck, it feels good to know I am giving her the best orgasm of her life.

She pulls my hair, but I don’t stop.

She’s singing, “Oh, my fucking god!” over and over.

I shove two fingers deep into her and she’s in full ecstasy as I watch her head roll back.

“Dove,” I whisper as I wipe my mouth. “Baby, that was so fucking sexy. You have no––”

“I need to go,” she says, her voice quiet but firm.

I clench my jaw, frustration simmering just beneath the surface as I watch her inch away from me, putting distance between us again as she straightens her clothes and grabs her bag.

She’s out of the car, the door slamming shut behind her, before I can say anything else.

My cock is fucking aching, so I pull it out and start stroking it. I glance out the window, taking a long look at her fucking ass as she walks away. It’s not long before ropes of come fly onto the towel I have back here.

I slip my dick back into my pants and stare at the mess.

Holy hell, that’s a lot of come.

Chapter 11

3:47 a.m.

The blinking red numbers on my alarm clock feel like they’re taunting me.

No matter how hard I try, my mind keeps snapping back to that stupid car, replaying every second of what happened.

That stupid Tesla…

I don’t think I’ll ever look at one the same way again.

His stupid fucking fingers, and that dirty mouth. The things he did with his tongue. I didn’t know it would feelthatgood.

I bury my face in my pillow, letting out a muffled groan. I’m supposed to be forgetting this—forgettinghim.But the way he worshiped me with his tongue, the way he calls medoveandbabyandsexy, the way I completely forgot that I didn’t want to take his deal—it all keeps circling back, louder and more impossible to ignore.

I can’t believe it, but he’s gotten under my skin, so deep that I’m actually losing sleep over that asshole.

Sighing, I pull my blanket over my head.

That fucking asshole…

I close my eyes, hoping the darkness will drown out the memories, but it only makes them sharper. Every detail, every sensation—it’s all right there, like my mind is hell-bent on replaying it.

The way he looked at me, intense and unrelenting, like he could see straight through my defenses. And God, the way his hands moved, tracing up my thighs, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I can still feel the rough warmth of his mouth, the possessive way he held me in place, like I was something he wanted to please and wasn’t planning on letting go.

For more than a second, I lost myself in him, forgetting the warnings in my head, the part of me that knows I should be staying as far away from him as possible.

I turn over, hugging my pillow, trying to shake it off, but I can still hear his voice, that low, taunting murmur, those filthy words he whispered.

He knew exactly what he was doing, every look, every touch, pushing me closer to that edge I never wanted to reach with him. And the worst part? I’d let him. Even if just for a few moments, I’d given in.

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