I curl my fingers, hitting that spot I know will ruin her. My fingers drag along it with purpose, feeling the way her walls pulse around me. Her breath breaks apart the second I do it, a raw cry slipping from her throat as her body jerks beneath my hand.
Her head tips back, her pretty pink lips parted, and her chest rises fast with every pump of my fingers in her. She’s falling apart right in my hands, and she looks fucking perfect.
Like a goodman angel.
So gorgeous. Somine.
My mouth waters, thick with need, and the only thing in my head is the taste of her. I feel like I’ll lose my fucking mind if I don’t have her on my tongue. I keep my fingers buried in her soaked cunt, dropping to my knees at the edge of the tailgate, gravel crunching beneath my boots.
She’s spread out in front of me, legs open, pussy dripping, every inch of her daring me to fall apart.
I fell apart the moment I laid my eyes on her. Catalina looks like an angel, and I’m about to bury myself between her legs.
I trail open-mouthed kisses up her trembling thigh, dragging my beard across her skin just to hear the way she whimpers, feeling the way her muscles tighten under myhands. She’s shaking—barely holding on—and I haven’t even fucking started yet. When I reach the soft, soaked center of her, I pause.
Fuck.
She’s soaked.
Her pussy glistens, begging for my mouth. My cock kicks hard in my jeans, pressing painfully against the denim, but I ignore it. Every ounce of me is locked on the perfect mess between her thighs.
“Fuck,” I rasp, staring like she’s the first and last meal I’ll ever have. “Look at you, darlin’. This pussy’s practically crying for me.”
She moans, her hips twitch instinctively, thighs falling open a little more, but not enough.
“Catalina,” I growl against her inner thigh, “spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let me get a taste of this pretty pussy.”
She whimpers, arching her back as she obeys, her hips canting forward, inviting me in.
Good fucking girl.
I drag my tongue up her soaked, glistening pussy, lapping up every fucking drop she gives me. I groan against her swollen clit, letting the sound vibrate into her, and she jolts—fisting her hands in my hair, pulling like she doesn’t know whether she wants to push me away or ride my face into the tailgate.
“Carter,” she sobs, her voice cracking.
“Say it again,” I snarl, my mouth hot against her, curling my fingers inside her, finding that sweet, swollen spot that makes her hips jerk and her walls clench like they’re trying to pull me deeper.
“CARTER!” she gasps, pure fucking agony and pleasure tangled together.
I bare my teeth, sucking her clit between my lips, devouring her like the fucking starved man I am. She thrashes beneath me, her hips grinding against my face, and I hold her there, swallowing every fucking drop.
“Come for me, Catalina,” I growl, flicking my tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves. “Right here, baby. All over my tongue. Let me taste how sweet my girl is, let me fucking drown in it.”
Her whole body seizes, her legs clamp around my head, hips bucking wildly as she shatters apart, screaming my name like a prayer to a God. Her face is flushed a perfect shade of pink, her body slick with sweat, and her hair’s a wild, gorgeous mess.
Fucking stunning.
I press hot, open-mouthed kisses to her thighs as I drag myself up her body. My hands find her hips, then her waist, then her flushed, ruined face. I brush her damp hair from her cheeks, and cup her jaw, letting her see the way I look at her—like I’d fucking kill to keep her.
“You’re mine, darlin’.”
She swallows hard, chest heaving as her head falls back, completely wrecked, completely perfect.
“Say it,” I demand, nipping at the soft skin of her throat.
She swallows hard, lashes fluttering, her voice nothing more than a ruined breath.
“Yours.”
