“Oh…okay.” She dropped her hands into her lap, her gaze falling along with them. “Yeah, that works.”
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.
She shook her head, and her curls fell into her face obscuring his favorite view. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Bullshit.” He used both hands to sweep her hair back and lift her head. “Look at me and tell me what’s bothering you.”
She squirmed on his lap. “Noth—”
“Don’t lie to me. I already told you once, if we’re going to make this work, we need to be open and honest with each other.”
“You said you wanted to fuck me,” she blurted. “Hard.”
“I do, but if you’ll recall, I also said you needed to agree to being fucked hard, and you haven’t done that yet.”
“Oh.” She rolled her hips, grinding her pussy along the length of his cock. “Is that why you haven’t kissed me in two days?”
“Trust me, buttercup, the last two days have been the longest fucking days of my life. But this is a decision you need to make on your own, and I didn’t want to influence you by getting all up in your space.”
“What if I want you all up in my space?”
“Then say the words.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
Summer didn’t hesitateto respond to Jamie’s command. “I agree! I want you to fuck me hard,” she said, her words coming out so fast they ran together. “You have my full permission to have sex with me however, whenever, and wherever you want.”
Her heart thundered in her chest as she waited for his response.
“You sure about this, baby? Because I’m about to take you at your word.”
“I’m sure.” Her neck on a spring, she couldn’t stop nodding if she wanted to. “I choose you.”
“Thank fucking God,” he mumbled before pulling her face to his and claiming her lips with a rough kiss. His tongue full of demand, he took what she gave, their panted breaths mingling as he consumed every tiny piece of her.
Their bodies pressed together in the truck’s cab, she wanted him to fuck her. Right here. Right now. Out in the open. Didn’t matter if anybody saw. Her pussy on fire, she needed this. Needed him.
With a groan, he pulled his mouth off hers, and knocking the back of his skull against the headrest, he ground his cock against her. “Rub your cunt, baby.” He took her hand and guided it to the waistband of her pants. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”
Her palm hot against her flesh, she slid her fingers down and…
Oh God!“I’m soaking wet,” she moaned, and slicking her fingers through her swollen lips, she moved them back and forth with enough pressure to feel the hint of an orgasm blossoming in her core.
“That feel good?”
“Yes.” She rolled her hips and continued rubbing because he hadn’t told her to stop.
“Fuck, you look like a sweet little treat, sitting on my dick and riding your fingers like you want to make yourself come.” His voice a low rumble, he smoothed his hand up her thigh until his thumb encountered the back of hers, and with a bit of pressure against the fabric of her leggings, he guided her first two digits inside her body. “I’ll bet you taste as good as you look, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t know,” she rasped as she slid her fingers in and out, back and forth, round and round. Jeez! He hadn’t done anything but talk dirty to her, and she was already on the cusp of a body-shattering orgasm.
“You mean to tell me you’ve never tasted yourself?”
“No,” she panted, on the edge and ready to fall.
“Well, no time like the present. Take your hand out of your pants.” She did as he ordered, and her pussy continued to throb and pulse to the beat of her heart. “Now suck on your fingers and tell me what they taste like.”
Holy wow!Could she do this? She lifted her sticky fingers to her lips, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and took a tentative lick.Oh…okay.Not what she expected. Not. At. All. Intrigued, she sucked her index finger into her mouth, swirled her tongue around, and really tasted herself for the first time.
