Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5)(74)

Spitting down onto my cock, I watched my saliva run over the ridge of the helmet and onto the full length extending from my fist at the base.

More slickness followed when I cupped both hands over my cockhead and forced the entire length of my dick through the tight tunnel of my knuckles.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

So hot and horny, I stamped my feet, threw back my head with a groan before flashing my eyes to Shy.

“Is this what you wanted, Shy? To see me jack off for you?” The husky tone of my voice throbbed almost as much as my cock.

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless.

Fuck yeah.

She was well worked up.

Her thighs scissoring, her shirt pulling up to her waist, her nipples popping out beneath the sheer top.

I spread my legs even further, pulling down on my heavy balls with a tight grip.

“Oh my god . . . yesss,” she whispered, leaning forward.

The wet slapping sound of my fist fueled by dripping precome sped up . . . but I was getting too close and I needed her to want this as much as me.

Pulling my hands away, I shuddered as my cock smacked against my belly.

“Ahhh!” Shy looked like she wanted to crawl to me.

Like she wanted to devour my cock.

I slapped my dick against my open palm, precome flying everywhere.

“That’s so hot, Max.” Biting on her lip, Shy tugged her flimsy shirt up and off, setting her tits free.

“Jesus, baby.” My brain almost fizzled out right then and there.





Chapter Thirty-Five


Whole Woman





THEN SHY DID THE unthinkable as I slapped my cock against my hand again. She cupped her tits and started pinching those deeply pink, deeply hard nipples.

I retaliated, working over my cock with just my fingertips, drawing out the pleasure-pain-torture. I rolled my balls around. I twisted my fingers over and over the dripping cockhead. I smoothed my palms up and down the tall thick pole until the crown was bigger than ever—bulging and purple and engorged.

The veins stood out.

My abs clenched.

My breath raged like a fire inside my chest.

And I groaned when Shy slipped a hand down her belly and beneath her lacy panties.

“Oh, God. Come for me. Come for me!” she begged.

“Yeah? Want me to come for you?” I grunted, taking a hard grip on the root of my cock, watching blood pulse up it. “Come on my stomach? All over my hand?”

“In my mouth,” she whispered.

My eyes crashed closed.

“Shy . . .” Fuck. I hadn’t had my dick in her mouth since that goddamn night.

I tried to hold off, but I stood up.

I went to her.

I took another long slow stroke of my straining cock, looking at her upturned face, her dilated pupils, her panting mouth as I stood over her.

I pumped harder, faster. My balls shaking. My cock squelching. Bubbles of precome forming.

“Are you sure?” I was almost at the point of no return.

“In my mouth. Now.”

I lost it.

Pointing my cock at Shy, I saw her lips part, her tongue roll out, seeking the firm rod that was about to paint the inside of her mouth with so much hot come she probably wouldn’t be able to swallow it all.

I pushed between her lips and as soon as she sealed around me, as soon as she rolled her tongue along the weeping slit, she lit the spark in me.

I hunched forward, my hips swinging, my dick moving in and out as semen rushed up the heavy weighty shaft to explode from the tip.

I came in gushers.

Volleys.

Jets.

Felt like the torrent would never end.

Not with Shy moaning and sucking and licking and swallowing.

“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I bellowed.

Another blast escaped the confines of her lips and leaked down to her chin, onto her tits.

Unbelievably she scooped up the milkiness, fed it into her mouth, then pursed her come-covered lips around my dick again.

I was still shuddering with the last of my orgasm when my cock started filling again, and I sawed the length in and out of her mouth.

Before coming to my goddamn senses.

I pulled out, shaking. “Sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be.” She licked me all the way down to my sac and started balling me in her mouth.

My knees buckled with the intensity of arousal pounding through me.

Shy only added to it when she grinned up at me from between my legs. “I wouldn’t have my mouth on you if it bothered me.”

Jerking my hips away with a shaky laugh that was more like a groan, I rubbed a knuckle across her sweet, plump lips. “Can I make love to you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“You can fuck me.” She slanted her eyes up at me, and the coy tilt of her lips was nothing short of cock-enabling.

My hands fisted at my sides until I slid my fingers through her short curls.

“Like you used to. Hard, and dominating, and rough,” she added, a purr to her filthy words.

“That won’t be a problem,” I growled out.

“Good.” She arched her back, showing off her sexy tits in a supremely slutty pose.

“We should go inside so I don’t break the railing.”