Page 71 of Endlessly Yours
By the time we were full of steak and our conversations had turned to the latest movies we had seen on our way back to the house, I was happy, full, and horny as hell. Because Rory’s dress slowly slid up as she crossed her legs in the front seat and I couldn’t help but look at the sweet silk of her thighs and wonder what they would look like with my beard burn on them.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’re going to have a problem,” she teased.
I cleared my throat. “I don’t think I mind that problem,” I said as I pulled off to a small clearing on my land, but one that I knew others couldn’t really see.
“Where are we going?” she asked, and I just grinned.
“You’ll see.”
And when I turned off the engine, with the moonlight sliding through the windows, she turned to me, eyes wide.
“Brooks Wilder, what are you planning?”
“Well, I figured it’s time that we see exactly what those thighs look like wrapped around my neck. It’s been a while since I’ve had dessert, and I swear to God, if I don’t have your pussy on my face in the next ten minutes, I’m going to scream.”
And when she just smiled at me, I knew I had just fallen head over heels with the woman of my dreams.
Rory’s eyes widened as I leaned forward and brushed my finger along her jaw. “Ava’s got the girls all night. What do you say we take this moment just for us?”
“Really? That’s the line you’re going with?” she asked. I undid her seatbelt and then slid my hand up her thigh, over the side of her panties. Her mouth parted, and I smiled.
“Yes, that’s the line I’m going with.” And then I leaned forward and captured her lips with mine. She groaned into me, and I used my thumb to slide over her mound, loving the heat I could already feel from there.
“Come on, I want you.”
“Then take me.”
She moved her body so her back pressed against the door and lifted one leg up, baring herself to me.
“Damn woman,” I growled as I gripped the back of her neck and crushed my mouth to hers. The windows began to steam up, but I didn’t care. I explored her mouth, even as her hands gently and then not so gently ran over my body. It was a tough fit, but luckily, I had a big enough truck that when I leaned down over the center console, I shoved her dress up and then her panties to the side.
“Brooks!”
I didn’t look up. Instead, I licked over her cunt, loving the way that she arched her body towards me. With one hand keeping her legs spread, I used my other to play with her swollen folds.
“Look at you, all pink and swollen and ready for my touch. I can fucking scent your cream from here. Already wet, and I haven’t even really touched you. Look at you, my dirty, bad girl. You want my cock, don’t you? Or do you want my tongue?”
“I just want to come,” she teased.
“I can make that happen. I need you to come on my face. What do you say? Can you do that?”
“I think the question is, can you do that?”
She held one of her knees up, baring herself for me, and the other hand she used to pluck at her nipples over her dress.
Groaning, I leaned down and lapped at her, spearing her with two fingers. She arched for me, the confines of the truck almost too tight, but I didn’t care. Instead, I fucked her hard with my two fingers, sliding in and out so the wet noises of our sex filled the car rudely. I knew we might have to be quick because even though we were on private property, anybody could drive down, and I didn’t care. I wanted them to see me claim this woman as my own, to see her come for me with my name on her lips. So when I continued to suck her down, loving the way that she practically melted on my tongue, I kept moving faster, quicker, until she finally came, her legs shaking. She drenched my face, dripping down my chin as I continued to suck at her, needing her taste. And when I sat up and wiped my chin, she blushed so prettily.
“Look at you, practically squirting on my face.”
“Brooks.”
“What? You’re so fucking hot. I can’t help it.”
I leaned forward and kissed her, knowing she could taste herself on my lips. And then I grunted as she shoved me back, and I laughed.
“What?”
“It’s my turn now.”
