And the devilish grin spread across his face tells me exactly what type ofassistancehe’s referring to.
“Add in lettin’ me suck your cock and you’ve gotta deal.”
He barks out an amused laugh, shaking his head at my counteroffer. “I guess I can handle that.”
“Oh, but I want us to do it in the middle of the woods.”
“Uhh…is that some kinda weird serial killer fantasy from your romance wishlist?”
I giggle at his shocked expression. “I wanna see how long it takes Natalie to freak out and call the sheriff on us again.”
“That’s an arrest waitin’ to happen.”
“Not if we outrun him.”
“Harlow Fanning…I think you’re the one corruptin’ me after all.”
But he doesn’t say no. Instead, he drives us twenty minutes away, deep into the woods where it’s pitch black.
If I didn’t trust him with my whole heart, I’d be terrified out here. But it adds to the thrill.
“Use me, baby. Use me to get off,” Waylon softly demands in my ear.
I rock on top of him, feeling his cock harden underneath me and moan at how good it feels against my clit.
“Just like that, you’re doing so good.”
Wrapping my hands around his shoulders, I grind faster, desperate to find my release before we get caught.
He slides his hand to my breast, teasing my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and groaning as he kisses along my jaw.
“Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you scream while you come on me.”
“Can you help me? Talk me through it…” I plead. There’s nothing hotter than Waylon telling me all the ways he wants to touch me.
“Imagine my tongue on this needy little clit while you ride my fingers deep and fast until your sweet cunt juices make a mess on my face. Then I slide down and tease your tight hole until you beg me to let you come again.”
“Oh my God…” My eyes roll back as he tightens his grip on me.
“You look so fuckin’ perfect when you get close…” He brings his lips to mine, sliding his tongue between them, and then kissing me deep and urgently. “So beautiful andmine.”
That’s the first time he’s ever called mehisand it’s such a turn on.
“I’m so close. Say it again,” I beg between catching my breath.
“You’re all mine, baby. I’m so in love with you.” He tilts up my chin with the pads of his thumbs, locking his eyes on mine. “Allmine, mine, mine.”
The deep hoarseness of his voice echoes in my ears and shoots straight down to my core like a lightning bolt.
And as requested, I don’t hold back. I scream out his name like a desperate prayer. Every inch of my body vibrates with pleasure. When I catch my breath, Waylon collides his mouth with mine and claiming me in a way he never has before.
“I’m gonna come in my pants if you don’t climb off me, baby.”
“Is that so?” I rotate my hips once more over him.
He grabs my thighs and holds them in place. “Don’t torture me like that.”
“Then lemme help you with that problem.”
