Page 25 of Before You Can Blink
There was just enough light in the darkness that I caught her full body shiver. “Yes. Fuck me hard, Jett.”
My belt buckle was halfway undone before she finished that sentence. Next, my fly was ripped open, and my hard cock was in hand. Squeezing the shaft, I groaned, “I could come from just looking at this ass.” With my free hand, I gave it a light slap. “Tell me how wet you are for me, Daze,” I commanded.
“Drenched,” she moaned, her hips shifting from side to side.
I bit back a groan of satisfaction, knowing she was aching for me and needed a relief only I could provide.
“Good, because there’s no time to warm you up, honey. I’m gonna shove it in as deep as it can go, and you’re going to take it all, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yesssss.” The word was drawn out on a low hiss.
“Unfasten those jeans that were sent from Satan himself to tempt me and show me that pretty pink cunt you’ve been hiding.”
Daisy sucked in a sharp breath, and without being able to see her face, I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or turned on by my vulgarity. Didn’t really matter as long as she did what I said and slid that denim over her bitable ass.
Dropping her forearms to the bench seat, she used one hand to work the fly, and as soon as I was certain it was all the way down, I tugged onthe waistband, working the material over her lush curves along with her panties until she was bared to me.
The scent of her arousal hit my nostrils, and it was all I could do not to bury my face in her pussy, to drink my fill of her intoxicating nectar. But the insistent throbbing of my cock couldn’t be ignored a moment longer.
Placing one knee on the bench seat beside hers, I kept my other firmly planted on the floorboards. With her thighs trapped together by the pants only pulled halfway down her thighs, this was going to be an even tighter fit than usual, and that thought alone had precum beading at my tip.
I swiped it away with my thumb, and that’s when it hit me.
“Goddammit.” The curse was uttered low under my breath.
“Wh-what’s wrong-g?” Daisy was trembling so hard her teeth chattered.
“Condoms are back at the motel.” Son of a bitch. I was a grown-ass man on the verge of tears because I needed this release so badly and couldn’t begin to fathom being denied.
An audible swallow sounded. “You can—”
My head snapped up. “I can what, Daze?”
There was no way she was going to say what it sounded like she was going to say.
And then she said it.
“If you promise to pull out, you can take me bare.”
“Fuuuuuuuck.”
The idea of not only going skin to skin with this girl who had me so twisted up in knots I could hardly see straight, but the chance to mark her when I came? It was enough to bring a man to his knees.
Suddenly lightheaded at the possibility, I dropped my forehead to the center of her back, breathing out, “Are you sure?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her spine arched, causing her hot, wet center to graze my dick.
God help us both because we were about to play a dangerous game, but there was no stopping it now.
Using one hand to center myself at her entrance, I gripped the far edge of the bench seat for leverage with the other and slammed inside.
Daisy’s shrill cry barely reached my ears, the blood roaring so loud it drowned out everything else. Everything except the pulsing need extending from where we were joined. That was a sharp, jagged thing that slammed into my chest so hard it stole my breath away.
Never. Not once had I said,fuck the condom. And it was a damn good thing I hadn’t because there was no coming back from this.
Daisy had no idea what she’d done. But I was about to tell her.
God, she gripped me so tight like this, I could barely pull out to slam back in again. But somehow, I managed, my hips thrusting without mercy, the slap of flesh meeting flesh sounding like the crack of a gunshot.
