Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5)(54)

Her body tightened.

Her hips bucked.

“No. Not”—she stopped when I slapped the heel of my palm against her sopping pussy, almost taking her to the edge of no return—“not really,” she breathed out.

“Putting that on the bucket list. Watch it together and”—using one hand I quickly unzipped my pants. I hauled out my heavy cock and immediately fed it into her hand—“then you can watch me jerk off for you.”

Shy threw her head back, and I rammed three fingers into her clenching cunt at the exact moment she went over the precipice with a strangled moan then a muffled scream.

I fingered her right through it. “Guess you’re into voyeurism then.”

“Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod!” Her cunt was flooded.

Bending over her, I swiped my tongue across her lips. “How ’bout exhibitionism? Want me stuff you full of my cock someplace public?”

She thrashed again, another orgasm rocking through her.

“Yeah.” My breathing was out of control, and I was too close to tripping over the edge. “I’m getting naked right now. Jesus, Shy. You are fucking hot for it.”

I ripped off my jeans and stood there with my chest heaving.

Her hazy eyes slid open, then they widened when she saw the state of my cock.

Longer and thicker than ever. Fucking felt like I’d grown another two inches long.

Before I lost it completely, I gently rolled her onto her front side.

“More?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. More.” That time my touches were deeper, and after I poured the oil all over her, I got whole-body about it.

My whole body. On top of hers.

“Tell me if I’m too heavy.” I grunted thickly, grinding my meaty cock against the slippery soft globes of her ass.

She gasped.

I lowered my upper body onto her back, locking my compacted muscles, greedy for the contact of her softer smaller frame against the bigger hardness of mine.

Flexing and sliding and grinding against one another, our gasps and groans, the high moans and hoarse grunts, pulled us together.

“I think I like you all wet and slippery.”

“You don’t need massage oil to get me that way.”

My raw laugh rumbled out, rife with need. “Sassy.”

Then my cock slipped from the tempting cleft of her ass to settle along the wet melting heat of her cunt, and I drew back with a groan.

“Bed?” Shy glanced over her shoulder at me.

Still naked. Still glistening. Still on the kitchen table when I slowly climbed off to stand beside it.

“Yeah. What about it?” I began pulling on the towel while Shy flipped onto her back.

“Well . . . it’s . . . what are you doing?”

When her legs finally draped over the edge of the table, I tugged Shy to sitting.

“The bed is for sleeping. Making love. Cuddling. But we can fuck anywhere. As you proved earlier in the car.” I spread her thighs as wide as I could, and towed her until she was balanced on the very lip of the table.

“But—”

“I’m just making myself comfortable so I can eat you out.” I drew up a chair, sat in it, and glanced along Shy’s body from my position between her legs. “On the table. ’Cause that’s where I wanna do my eating tonight.”

“But . . .” Her head tipped back when I licked her cherry red so-sweet center. “OHHH!”

Yeah. Shy was done making excuses.

Damn, she was done talking altogether.





Chapter Twenty-Seven


Put Her Up Wet





TAKING A HARD CLASP on Shy’s hips, I swiped my mouth all around her juicy pussy, preparing her for the sexual onslaught to come. I ate her out like never before, sometimes growling against her, sometimes mumbling indistinct words against her wet flesh.

My tongue dipped in and out of her hole. I teased the soft pulsating entrance. I danced up to the pearl of her clit, flattening it then racing circles around it. Spreading her open with my fingers, I attached my lips to her, just drinking her in, the most intoxicating sounds in the world coming from her wailing mouth, revving my engine harder.

Her tummy quivered. I flattened my palm against it.

Her hips kicked up. I reached beneath to cup her ass.

She leaned back, bracing on her arms, tipping up to my hungering mouth and licking tongue and nipping teeth.

Didn’t stop ’til she’d screamed through two more orgasms, nearly ripping my hair out by the roots.

Didn’t stop until her cunt was visibly pulsing and dripping with need.

Until she squirmed and begged, “Give me your cock.”

Watching her writhe and gasp, I smeared my wet mouth all over her shuddering tits as I stood, kicking the chair back and out of my way, because I was gonna need room to move.

I guided Shy back to sitting, right on the edge of the table.

I snapped on a condom as fast as I could, knowing I couldn’t wait to be inside her without any barrier between us.

I gripped my unforgivably hard cock at the thick base and wedged the shiny, wet head against her pussy.

Muscles all over my body tensed, seeking release in a terrifically hard hot fuck.

Just when I was about to drive into Shy, she pressed a hand against my belly.

“On the table?”