Page 19 of Car Wash
Another nod.
“Jesus Christ.” My hands tighten. “You’re on your knees for me, sucking me off like that, and you’ve never even done it before?”
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My chest is going to cave in. The fucking reverence I feel for her right now—like she’s just handed me something sacred. Like I’ll never be the same.
“Fuck, I want to get on top of you and rail your pussy right into the ground. Fuck my cum right up into you.”
She takes me back into her mouth, slower this time. I twitch hard against her tongue.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Take it all. Stretch that pretty mouth out on me.”
I start to move now. Just a little. Just enough to feel the slide and suction.
“I’m gonna be the first cock you suck, the first one you taste, the first one you make come.”
She moans, and it nearly drops me.
“You think I’m letting you go after this?” My voice is rough. “I’m gonna fuck that sweet pussy raw. Nothing between us. I’m gonna shoot deep in you. Then I’m gonna watch it drip out of you, and I’m gonna do it again. Until you’re full of me.”
She moans again and takes me deeper. My hips jerk. I lose rhythm. Her eyes flutter, and I feel her gag slightly and adjust.
“I’m gonna keep you so stuffed you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
My thighs are shaking. My cock is leaking. I’m about to blow.
She pulls back, stroking me hard. “On my tits,” she whispers. “I want it. Please.”
That’s all it takes.
I come hard—hot ropes spilling across her chest, her neck, her lips. I groan so loud it echoes off the tile. Her eyes stay on mine, wide and gleaming. Her skin glistens with it.
She’s dripping with me, eyes still locked on mine—and she thinks this is the end.
She hasn’t seen a damn thing yet.
Chapter Ten
His hand is still wrappedaround mine when we step into his room. It’s massive, moody, and beautiful—floor-to-ceiling windows tinted with golden dusk, a big dark bed that looks like it could swallow me whole, and everything smells like him. Like cedar and clean skin.
He tugs the towel off his hips and drops it to the floor. My breath catches.
God, he’s beautiful.
His chest rises and falls as he looks at me—still soaking wet from the shower, hair dripping down my back, skin flushed. His cock is already hard again, thick and heavy, twitching at the tip.
I should be nervous. I should be overwhelmed. But all I feel is warm. Glowy. Safe. Desired.
His hand slips behind my neck and he kisses me—slow and deep, like he’s trying to etch this moment into his bones.
He’s achingly slow in his movements. His teeth nip my bottom lip and he tugs on it. There’s the slightest flicker of a pinch there, but he soothes it with the long, fluid movements of his tongue. I let out another satisfied moan as a smile spreads across his lips.
Heat blooms in my chest and spreads everywhere.
His mouth crashes back to mine. The next second, I’m in the air. He carries me to the bed like I weigh nothing and tosses me down gently, then climbs over me, one knee wedged between mine as he spreads my legs open.
His mouth trails lower, licking down the column of my throat, sucking at my collarbone, then moving to my tits. He palms them both, his thumbs flicking across my nipples until they’re tight and aching.
I moan and clutch at his shoulders, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
