“I bet you like your girls under you, don’t you, Mr. Michaels?” Sierra reaches down, stroking my cock through my jeans as I grit my teeth, determined not to fuck her against a wall in broad daylight.
“Have some decorum, Sierra.”
“I can’t help how you make me feel,” Sierra whispers against my ear, her nails digging in the back of my neck as I curse. “I just want you to fucking own me, Crane.”
“You want me fuck you like this?” I stroke her breast through her dress, watching as she throws her head back, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
“Say that again,” Sierra commands, her eyes opening to reveal orbs bluer than any sky I’ve ever seen.
“Why? You like dirty talk?” I laugh, leaning forward to brush my lips against her so softly she moans with frustration, herhands pinned by her sides. “Or do you just like hearing me say the word fuck?”
“Mmm, I just hope you’re as good as they say because I’m hard to please.”
A chuckle leaves my mouth as I lean down to hers, taking her bottom lip in between my teeth. Then, rolling it gently, I tease the captured skin with my tongue until she loses control, her tongue forcing my teeth apart and her hands breaking free to wrap around my neck.
I let her kiss me for far too long—my cock strains through my trousers as she moans against me.
I back away, rubbing my thumb across her slightly parted lips.
“I’ll please you, don’t you worry about that. You’re not playing with boys now, Sierra.”
Sierra captures my thumb with her fingers, pushing it into her mouth with a defiant look in her eyes.
Her tongue flickers against my thumb, her lips creating the perfect tight tunnel around it.
I’m hypnotized.
“And you’re not playing with some girl, Crane. I’m a memory you’ll use over and over again until you need to refresh it with the real thing.”
Her words have the power to excite and intrigue me, so what will her body do?
I’m powerless to try to stop this, so why delay it any longer?
“My car,” I mutter, dragging a giggling Sierra with me.
I’d parked behind the shop, and lucky for us, it’s private because I would do this regardless.
I waste no time in placing her on the hood gently, her laboured breathing encouraging me to lift her leg, dragging my tongue from her ankle to her upper thigh as she writhes beneath me.
“We don’t have time for foreplay, Crane,” Sierra whines, reaching into her bag. “I want you to fuck me, now.”
“Sorry, foreplay first or nothing. I need to taste you, and this is a one-night-only thing.”
Sierra throws her head back when I reach her core, my nose rubbing against her wetness, allowing me to inhale her musky scent.
It’s beautiful, like the rest of her.
I run my tongue up and down the soaked fabric as she moans, my fingers skirting around the tattoo I’d given her earlier.
“Aftercare is important,” I murmur. “Don’t ignore what your tattooist says.”
Sierra laughs throatily, and I nibble on her clit through the fabric as she cries out, shutting off her laugh abruptly.
“Yeah, I thought so.” I stroke her clit with my finger, watching as her hips buck against my mouth. “Now I want to taste you.”
Taking her panties down, I roll them up, shoving them in my pocket.
“Memory aid,” I smirk, parting her legs.
