Joy Ride

I slide the cotton under her ass. Then I help her, jerking one jean leg down to her boot.

“Fucking combat boots,” I mutter as I regard the long string of laces on her shoes.

“Idiot, they have a zipper.” She reaches and pulls the zipper down one side. I tug off the boot, tossing it on the floor, then pull off that jean leg only. No patience for both. She slides her black panties down that leg, and I can’t fucking breathe for a second.

“Holy . . .”

She’s so fucking wet and beautiful. Jesus Christ. Her pussy is divine. Pink and slick and utterly, fucking enticing, like the most delicious dessert ever. I can’t resist. I have to eat dessert first. I scoop my hands under her thighs, spreading them, and I bring my face between her legs.

“Oh God, Max,” she moans as I slide my tongue down her wetness. Her hands grip my head. She digs her nails in, and I love it.

One more lick, up and up, and then I suck on that delicious rise of her clit. It’s hard and soaked, and she jerks against me as I feast on it.

A long, low moan comes from her mouth. It’s my name. Then she purrs, “Do it again.”

I planned to fuck her. Hard and furiously. I swear I did. I had no intention to take a timeout to eat her. But her pussy is too fucking wonderful to deny. I flick my tongue against her clit, and she jerks against me again. She pulls my hair hard, yanking me even closer. “This is what you could have had that night in the tub,” she tells me.

I break contact for a second and meet her hot gaze, processing the enormity of what she just said—she wanted me that night, too. “It’s what I had when I jacked off after you left. Let’s see if you taste as good as you did in my filthy imagination.”

I return to her and drag my tongue down, lapping up all this decadent wetness as I go. A long, feral noise comes from her mouth. It sounds like please.

Ordinarily, I’d tease her. Make her beg. But, for all intents and purposes, she is already. Besides, just this second, I have no tolerance for games. Not hers, and not my own.

All I want now is to have her.

I lick my way back up her pussy to her clit, sucking on that little hard diamond of pleasure until she bucks against my mouth. She chants my name. She grips my hair. She rocks against me. Her fingers tighten against my skull. And then she fucks my face on the hood of the car until she comes like a rock star in under two minutes.

My name has never sounded so good as it does when Henley Rose Marlowe falls apart on my mouth. Her breathing is wild and her chest is heaving, and she’s absolutely glowing from her orgasm.

“I was wrong when I imagined how good you’d taste.” I am nothing but pride and desire as I straighten, unzip my jeans, and take out my cock. “You taste even better.” I grab the condom and roll it on as she comes down from her high. “And you come fast, tiger. Guess you like what I do to you.”

She opens her eyes only to narrow them at me. “It’s been a while. That’s all.”

I wiggle my eyebrows as I pinch the tip of the condom. Her eyes drift down to my dick. They widen. “Oh God,” she murmurs as she stares at my cock.

“Like what you see?”

“That’s a lot of inches.”

“How many?” I shake my head and put my finger against her lip. “Don’t guess. I want you to feel how many. Then see how fucking long it takes you to come again.”

“You ass,” she says sharply, as she grabs my cock and draws me to that sweet Promised Land.

“I’m glad you hate me so much,” I say as I rub the head against her slippery entrance.

“Why?”

“Because it’ll be that much better when you say my name again when you come for the second time.”

She sneers as I sink into her, and then there’s no more sneering, from her or me. Because holy fuck.

I still myself when I’m all the way inside her. “Jesus,” I mutter. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” she says softly.

She’s out of this world. She’s warm and tight and her pussy fucking welcomes me. She’s so goddamn aroused already that I have no problem filling her all the way.

She grips my shoulders, holding on as she rocks her pelvis up on my cock. “I bet you come first,” she says, in a challenging dare. “I already came.”

I grab her chin as I ease back out. “And you fucking will again,” I say through gritted teeth.

“I doubt it. The first was a fluke. It’s been a long time, like I said.”

I grab her thighs, yank her closer, and punch my hips into her.

“Oh God,” she gasps.

“That’s right, tiger. You’re too fucking wet to only come once.”

I drive into her again, and a sharp intake of air is her response.

“What made you so wet, tiger?” I ask, riling her up.

She shuts her eyes and bites her lip.

I slide back out, inch by inch, so just the tip is in her. “What got you so turned on?”

“Max,” she moans, like a protest.

“Was it the way I ate you out and made you come in less than two minutes?”

I rock back into her, filling her to the hilt and letting a jolt of heat rocket over my skin. “Oh wait,” I say, whispering roughly in her ear. “Was it how I kissed you before I even took your clothes off? Was that what made you so fucking turned on you came in seconds?”

Her eyelids flutter closed.

I grab her hips and angle her up more so my cock slides against her clit as I fuck her with long, deep strokes that seem to drive her wild. She can’t answer me. She only moans and groans.

“Tell me, Henley. What made you so wet?” I drop my hand between her legs and rub her clit.

She lets out the longest, sexiest sound. “Oh God . . .”

I slide out so I’m barely in her at all, and she shakes. “Say it. Say it was the way I kissed you,” I command as I rub circles over her clit. A tremble spreads over her body, and watching it overtake her from her chest down to her belly is breathtaking. She’s beautiful and sexy, and trying so hard not to give in to everything she feels. I swivel my hips and pound into her.

“Your mouth,” she shouts at last. “Oh God. It was your mouth. It’s the way you kissed me. It’s how I want to be kissed.”

She throws her head back, exposing her beautiful neck. I smother her skin in kisses as I fuck her hard, rub her clit, and bring her to the brink.

Her eyelids squeeze. “Oh God, Max. Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

She’s close again. She’s chasing pleasure. And I want her to catch it. I really fucking do. But I want her admission, too.

I freeze with my cock buried deep inside her. “Say how much you want me,” I tell her, my voice rough and husky.

She whimpers.

“Say it and I’ll make you come so fucking hard. I promise.”

She cries out in frustration, her fists smacking my chest.

“Open your eyes,” I tell her, and she does.

I stare into those brown irises. “Say you want me . . . because I fucking want you so much.”