Twisted Perfection (Rosemary Beach #5)(5)

“Oh,” she squealed and fell back on her elbows which only pushed her breasts out further toward me. I was a tit man. There was no doubt about it and I was pretty damn sure I’d died and gone to heaven.

“These babies are f*cking incredible,” I swore before lowering my mouth to pull one of her round, candy red nipples into my mouth.

“Oh yes,” she cried. I smiled to myself. Normally I didn’t like the vocal ones but this one wasn’t practiced. She was real. Every cry out of her mouth sounded like she meant it. I filled my hands with both of her breasts and spent equal time teasing and sucking. I was pretty damn sure I could do this all night and not get bored.

“AH! Please I need you inside me. I wanna come,” Della begged.

I wanted her to come too but if she didn’t stop making those naughty demands I was going to come first in my damn jeans.

I reached for the waist of her shorts and jerked them and her panties down at the same time. I threw them to the floor before spreading open her legs with both my hands. She was waxed. Fuck yes. The sexy scent of her arousal met my nose and I growled in appreciation. I needed to taste this. I wanted that orgasm she was begging for to happen in my mouth first.

I touched the smooth skin and ran a finger down the center. Della bucked wildly against the leather seat.

“I’m gonna kiss this,” I warned before pressing my lips to the swollen clit sticking out in need of attention.

“Ohmygod,” she moaned and both her hands grabbed the back of my head. I couldn’t keep from smiling.

I licked gently at first and then began tasting with more earnest. She really was delicious. I’d tasted many women but this one was sweet. I pressed the tip of my nose against her clit as I slid my tongue inside her. Both her hands fisted in my hair as she cried out my name. I loved hearing her say it. Probably more than I should for a one-night stand I’d never see again.

The reminder that I wouldn’t see her again made me a little frantic. I needed more. I began licking her with more intensity. Until that first orgasm erupted on my tongue and she screamed my name over and over. It was the first time I’d ever come close to losing it in my jeans since high school.

I pressed one more kiss to her tender flesh before sitting back and unbuttoning my jeans. I should wait until I got her to a hotel room but I needed to get the edge off first. If I was only getting one night with this girl then I was going to enjoy her over and over again. This first f*ck would get me stable enough so that I could drive to the nearest hotel I could find.

I jerked open my glove compartment and pulled out one of the condoms I kept in there. I tore the wrapper off and slid it down over my dick before looking at her. She was watching me closely. Her pink tongue came out and wet her lips. I groaned and pulled one of her legs up over my shoulder so I could move in between her legs comfortably.

“What if someone sees us?” she asked, still breathless from her very vocal reaction to her orgasm.

I laughed. She was just now thinking about that. “These windows are tinted, it’s dark, and there is no light around us, we’re also pretty damn high up in this thing. No one’s going to see us.”

She gave me a sexy smile and let her hands fall back over her head causing those tits to jiggle. This wasn’t gonna last long. I was too damn close.

I pressed the head of my cock to her opening and slowly began pressing in. She was tight. Too f*cking tight. God, no, please don’t let her be a virgin. Girls that looked like her were not virgins at her age. She was meant to be f*cked. “You’re tight,” I bit out.

She nodded and moaned opening her legs wider. “I’m not a virgin,” she reminded me.

Right. Why was it I kept wanting to slow down and ease her into this? She was hot and ready. The worry that she was innocent was screwing with my head. I slammed into her and we both cried out. She was incredibly f*cking tight but she hadn’t been lying; there was no barrier. She wasn’t a virgin; she just had a * from heaven. Damn, this was incredible.

I slid back out of her and she reached up and grabbed the handle on the door bracing herself for me to pound back into her. “Hard... please... again,” she panted.

I didn’t have to be told twice.

I managed to hit it even harder this time and those tits of hers bounced beautifully. I was pretty sure I’d never get over them. I was gonna come. This was too much.

I slipped my hand down between us and ran my finger over her clit several times until she was panting and pleading. “You like that? Such a naughty girl. Asking me to f*ck you harder,” I whispered against her ear as I used the wetness pouring out of her to lubricate her swollen clit.

“Ohgod, Woods. Ohgod, I’m gonna come again,” she cried and I pulled her nipple into my mouth and sucked while playing with her clit.

She exploded beneath my touch and I grabbed the back of the seat and the dashboard for support as I slammed into her only two times before I followed her into release.





Della



I slowly peeled my eyes open and stared up at the ceiling. The hotel room was silent. I was alone. I was also relieved. I wasn’t sure how I could face Woods after last night. I was a lot of things but whore wasn’t one of them. Thinking back to last night’s events I felt very much like a whore. I wasn’t sure what had possessed me… unless it was the tequila. Maybe my courage to take what I wanted had come from a little too much to drink but I hadn’t been drunk. I’d known exactly what I was doing.