“Keep the truck running for a minute.”
“Sure.”
“Keep your hands on the wheel, okay?”
“Why? Did I…” he trailed off when she unbuckled herself then him and leaned in to unbutton the fly of his jeans.
The truck was silent as a tomb while she took him out, his dick as hard and thick as she knew it would be. The man’s body never lied. He wanted her, and that turned her on as much as his tough-guy act did.
“Marlie,” he whispered, staring at her in awe.
She winked. “You were so sexy earlier.” Then she lowered her head to his lap and took him in her mouth.
“Oh fuck.”
She smiled around his dick but soon grew lost in the sounds he made as she sucked and licked, pressing her hands between his legs to get to his poor balls, smushed by denim.
She moved up and down, taking him as deep as she could without gagging. But damn, he was huge, making her jaw hurt with his girth.
“I’m not gonna last, baby. Fuck, Marlie. Please,” he begged so prettily.
She put a hand at his base as she worked him, taking as much of him as she could, sucking harder, moving faster.
His breathing grew labored, until he was nothing but moans and swearing.
“Coming,” he warned.
Instead of pulling away, she doubled down.
He jetted into her mouth on a groan, his hands in her hair, holding but not forcing her down.
Once finished, he tried to catch his breath while she pulled away and tucked him back in his pants.
Staring at her with amazement, drugged on pleasure, he jerked her into his arms and kissed her. She wondered if he liked the taste of himself and was shocked she didn’t mind it. Not that she’d ever been a huge fan of giving head, but giving Damon pleasure made her…happy.
He made her happy.
Damon pulled back from her and planted kisses over her face until she stopped him, laughing.
“Best. Girlfriend. Ever.”
“Girlfriend, huh?”
He paused, then started kissing her again. “Best. Ho-bag. Ever.”
Which had her laughing and poking him at the same time. “Ho-bag?”
“Oh, is that offensive?” He turned off the truck and hustled out of it with her. “You should make me pay for that. In bed. Many, many more times.”
“You’re so easy.”
“Sadly, I know.”
And making it too easy to fall for you, you big dope.
Annoyed at the emotions she’d tried to hide behind a wall of casual fun, she glared at him all the way into the house and her bed.
Where she made him overwhelm her with pleasure until she was too tired to do anything but sleep. And dreamed of her rowdy prince soon leaving her kingdom for a brighter, better palace made of ice.
