“That’s so unsanitary,” she murmurs, but it ends with a cry of pleasure as I tease her entrance with it. “Don’t you d-dare b-bring that home with u-us.”
“You think I’d let a single person touch or eat a damn thing that’s been near this cunt?” I click my tongue, shaking my head as my free hand cups her jaw, holding her gaze. “All of you is mine, baby. And I’m a greedy, possessive bastard.”
With her eyes locked on me, I bring the dowel up and suck it into my mouth like it’s my favorite fuckin’ lollipop, moaning around the sweet, heady taste. I drag my tongue over the rounded grooves, removing all the honey, and coating it in saliva.
“Wh–what are you d-doing?” she stumbles around the words, meadow eyes wide, body shaking hard. “Kade…”
And then I slip it inside her, curving it up like a sex-toy, a single word on my lips, “Mine.”
Georgia's back arches off the truck bed with a sharp cry, hands tangling in the thick blankets beneath her. “Oh…oh shit!”
I fuck her with the honey stick, using the small, rounded part to graze against her G-spot slowly as I tease her, licking the honey from her body. It’s warmed against her skin and melted down her ribs, but I chase it, not leaving a single, sweet drop.
With every flick of my tongue and shift of my hand, her cries grow louder, her fingers more restless—clawing at my skin, my hair, my shoulders.
She’s frantic and wild, and perfect.
“I love you like this,” I murmur, sucking her nipple between my teeth and biting down. “Unrestrained. Uncaring and free.”
She inhales sharply, stilling for a beat, but relaxes again when I move to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. By the time I’ve worked my way down her body, she’s begging relentlessly, and practically fuckin’ feral.
Her hips lift, needy and wild. “Kade—please—”
“I know, freckles. I know.” I kiss the crease of her thigh, right where it meets her slick center. “You want me to eat this sweet little cunt? Clean you up so I can make a mess of you all over again?”
She makes a strangled sound and nods furiously, heels digging into the blanket.
“Thank fuck.”
I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick—slow, deep, unrelenting. Her cry splits the quiet and I moan, the taste of honey and her, driving me fucking insane.
She bucks beneath me, thighs threatening to close, but I hold her open, mouth locked to her like I’ve got something to prove.
And I do.
I want her ruined.
Want her so sensitive she begs me to stop—and then begs for more.
She’s so damn wet, she’s dripping all over my beard, so I lose the dowl and swap to my fingers, slipping three in without hesitation.
Georgia screams and throws her legs over my shoulders, squeezing my head so damn hard, I chuckle against her.
“Hell yeah,” I rasp, curving my fingers, hitting her in a place that makes her squirm. “Come, baby. Come all over my face.”
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard, flicking the tip of my tongue fast and light, then slow and hard. She thrashes, fists in the blanket, breath catching on a sob of pleasure. “Fuck… Kade… oh my god…”
She’s right there. I know her body now—know the way she tightens, the tremble in her thighs, the frantic drag of her fingers when she’s about to lose it.
“That’s it,” I growl against her, fucking her rough and fast. “Let go for me.”
Her body bows off the truck, a keening sound tearing from her throat as she shatters. I don’t stop. Don’t fucking slow down. I keep working her, licking and sucking through it, grinding my cock against the blankets like a goddamn animal.
Because nothing’s ever felt this good.
Nothing’s ever tasted this fucking perfect.
She sobs my name again, voice hoarse, her whole body shaking. I ease up—just enough to let her breathe—but I don’t pull away. Not yet. Not when she’s still soaked and dripping, slick and raw, and twitching with aftershocks.
