Sweet Persuasion (Sweet #2)(47)

His finger curled into her scalp and suddenly he yanked her down, thrusting hard and deep into her mouth. Hot cum splashed into her mouth, covering her tongue. She swallowed and still more shot down her throat.

As he quivered and twitched beneath her, she eased up and gentled her movements. Lovingly she sucked and soothed with her tongue, lapping every drop of moisture from his cock.

Still holding his pulsing c**k in her hand, she let go with her mouth and lowered her head to swipe her tongue over the puckered skin of his sac. His balls rolled beneath her mouth as she captured a stray drop of se**n that had spilled onto his skin.

He groaned and stroked his hands through her hair, over her scalp and then over her face. He touched and petted as though he couldn’t get enough. Approval was there in each caress, and when she finally looked up, his eyes glowed with contentment.

“How much longer, Sam?” Damon called to the front.

Serena flinched but controlled her embarrassment. She knew why Damon had once again drawn attention to the driver. As he stated, he wanted her to get used to being used whenever and wherever the mood struck him. A curious curl, a tingle almost, did a slow roll through her belly at the idea that Sam could hear but not see everything that went on in the backseat.

“Fifteen minutes, sir.”

“Plenty of time,” Damon murmured.

She lifted her eyebrow in question as she reconnected with his gaze. “Plenty of time for what?”

“Take off your panties, Serena,” he said, ignoring her question. “Do it quickly.”

Flushing, she reached down, fumbling with her dress as she reached for her underwear. Holding on to his leg with one hand, she worked the panties down with her other. It was difficult, wedged between the seats as she was, but she finally wrested her legs free of the material and dropped the underwear on the seat.

Damon smiled. “Now, suck me hard again. You have five minutes. When I’m ready, I want you to climb onto my lap, pull up your dress and sheathe yourself on my dick.”

CHAPTER 18

Damon’s c**k lay at an angle, the tip resting on his abdo men. Carefully, she curled her fingers around it, bringing it upright and to her mouth.

It was warm and softer in her mouth than just a moment ago, but at the first touch of her tongue, it twitched and spasmed. Lovingly, she stroked and sucked, feeling as he gradually hardened again. It took him longer this time, but she coaxed and licked until he was stiff and erect.

Still, she waited for his command.

“Are you ready for me, Serena?”

She nodded, never taking her mouth from his cock.

“Are you wet?”

Again she nodded.

“Show me. Take your hand. Slide it between your legs. Touch yourself and then show me your fingers.”

She released his c**k and reached down, fumbling with her dress. She was definitely wet. Very wet, and her pu**y ached for release. When her fingers slid over her clit, her shoulders shook. Lower, to where her moist center pulsed, she inched her finger until it was adequately coated. She retracted her hand and held it out to Damon.

He captured her wrist in one hand and gently pulled her fingers to his mouth. He put one in his mouth and sucked it inside.

“Come to me,” he said in a voice that was deep and honeyed. It mesmerized her.

Clutching at his leg with her free hand, she rose from her perch on the floorboard. He reached for the ends of her dress, lifting as she moved to straddle him. He dropped her wrist and gripped the tops of her thighs, spreading her as he positioned her on his lap.

“Put your hands on the top of the seat,” he ordered. “Lean up so I can penetrate you.”

She did as he said and lifted herself slightly as he reached underneath her to position his cock.

“Now take me, Serena.”

She eased back down, and the head of his dick bumped against her core before finally rimming her entrance and sliding within. His hand gripped her waist, and he pulled her down to meet his upward thrust.

The first shock of his possession nearly sent her orgasm crashing around her, but he cupped her chin and yanked downward until she met his gaze.

“You will come only when I tell you that you may. For now, you’ll see to my pleasure.”

She sucked in her breath and nodded even as she wondered if she’d be able to prevent something as inevitable as her release.

“Ride me,” he said.

Gripping the top of the seat behind his shoulders, she rose and fell, taking him deep with each downward plunge. He was thick, and she was so tight around him. Her pu**y stretched to accommodate him, and she could feel him in every nerve ending.

He released his grip on her waist and slid both his hands up her belly to her br**sts. Through the material of her dress, he plucked and tweaked at her ni**les until they thrust forward, hard and erect.

“Harder,” he urged. “You’re running out of time. We’ll be home soon and f**king in my driveway as Sam waits for us to get out.”

Instead of dousing her ardor, the image he evoked sent a decadent thrill through her system. A warm flush surged through her veins, and for a moment, she was tempted to delay his orgasm until they were, indeed, f**king in the driveway of his home.

“It excites you,” he murmured, and as she opened her eyes, she could see he looked pleased.

He ceased toying with her ni**les and cupped her shoulders, grinding her down over his cock. After a few moments, he ran his palms down her back until he reached the rumpled hem of her dress resting against his legs.