Page 16 of Second Go-Round
It would be good to remember those truths so the romantic side of me I’d buried tight as a teenager didn’t rear her sad head beneath the onslaught of everything Jarod.
He spoke to all his clients that way, I told myself. Touched them as he had me. Promised to satisfy.
Ignoring the words in my head didn’t come easily. They clung, heavy and dark—
He pulled back enough that I opened my eyes, blessedly giving my racing mind rest. His almost black orbs studied my face as though memorizing every inch, every freckle on my face, every beginning of what I feared were wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. Cradling my head in his hands, he held me still, our heavy breaths filling the back of the limo that had seemed so spacious when we’d first climbed in.
The area closed in on us, shrinking until all I saw was his eyes that appeared ravenous with want.
“Give me your mouth,” he murmured, and being the dick-hungry whore I was, I obeyed like a good little girl.
I grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, our lips in no hurry to taste the other’s. Inhaling his exhales, I attempted to draw him in deeper, loving how he moaned while exploring along my tongue. His mouth was utter perfection, his kisses drugging. Thought-shattering.
His hand trailed up to my hip, along my side, until he grazed over the side of my breast. My nipples hardened into points, and I shifted, wanting his fingers to tug on them, maybe pinch with a bit of pain.
“Please,” I whimpered, resting my forehead against his cheekbone because I couldn’t take any more of his mouth that was laying waste to my sense of self-preservation.
Jarod slid his hand beneath my shirt, tugged the cup of my bra down, and palmed my hot flesh. He made a noise of enjoyment, tightening his hold around my back to keep me pressed against him as best he could on the leather seat. “So warm and soft…but this…” He thumbed over my nipple. “You’re hard and aching for my teeth.”
“God, yes,” I hissed, arching into his touch, my head tipping away from his.
He slid his hand up my back, grasping at my hair, his mouth once more finding my neck. “Want to suck a bruise right here,” he growled, teeth nipping over my throbbing artery.
“Do it.”
Chuckling, he pinched my nipple instead.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my core pulsing with need.
“Soon,” Jarod murmured, sliding his lips up my neck, over my chin, and once more taking my mouth.
Forget the unhurried tasting from before. Jarod dove in to feed, licking into my mouth, groaning, and rolling my tight nub between his fingers. I squirmed, rubbed my thighs together, sure I could get off from nipple play alone for the first time ever.
It was like the man knew my wiring, knew how to turn me on as easily as a new faucet, knew how to make me beg.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Need to come,” I whined, realizing I’d grabbed his hair and practically pulled the strands free from his scalp.
“Soon, sweet girl.”
Oh, God... I’d never been called that—ever.
I liked it too damn much, my insides purring, my entire body shivering.
“But first I want to taste every inch of you. Lick…” He dragged his tongue over the seam of my mouth. “Suck,” he murmured before doing that very thing to my lower lip. “ Bite.” Sharp teeth clamped down on my slick flesh.
Releasing my fingers from his hair, I snaked a hand between us to grab his hard dick. “Want this,” I stated while he continued to nibble.
Jarod groaned and released his teeth’s hold. “And my cock wants to be shoved so far up your creamy pussy that I forget everything but the feeling of your tightness squeezing me, milking every last drop of cum from my balls.”
Fuck, Jarod had dirty talk game in spades. How the hell was I going to survive what we’d already done—and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff?
The limo slowed, and I blinked, glancing out the tinted window and taking note we’d arrived at my street. “We’re here.”
Jarod slid my bra back up over my breast before removing his hand from beneath my shirt. He didn’t wait for the driver but grabbed the black bag off the floor and opened the door.
