“Clean them,” he growls.
I work my tongue up and down the side of my cheek, saliva dribbling out.
“That’s my good girl.”
Removing his fingers, he widens my feet, nudging them to the point where my ass is high in the air. I arch my back, seeking more contact as my breath hitches and my nipples stiffen on the hood of the truck. Tugging on my swollen clit, he uses my slickness to layer it all over my pussy until I’m completely soaked.
Seizing me right above my hips, he abruptly shoves his cock into my pussy.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust to him, and I gasp, collapsing further onto the truck. My ass presses against his pelvis.
“You have a needy little cunt,” he grunts as he pounds into me. He grabs a handful of my ass, letting his cock sink deeper inside me.
I feel the electricity under my skin as I’m about to come. Ryan clutches my hips, leans into my ear, and breathes, “Let go.” And that’s all it takes for my entire body to spasm.
After I savor the sweet release, Ryan manhandles me and takes hold of my shoulders, moving me to the ground on my knees.
“Look up at me and open your mouth,” he demands as he jerks off over my face, grabbing the back of my scalp.
He lets out a low-pitched groan that shoots shivers down my spine as he releases ropes of cum all over my face, breasts, and inside my mouth.
My mouth is still wide open, and I look up at him with doe eyes, waiting for permission.
“Swallow. It. All,” he orders me. “And say thank you after.”
Rolling my fingers in it, I lap it up, swirling my tongue in a circle, swallowing the cum down. “Thank you, sir.”
He hauls me up to my feet, my legs feeling wobbly.
Smacking my ass, his voice is laced with sarcasm when he says, “Not too bad.”
Dismissing him, I look for water. I worked up a sweat. “Unquestionably top ten.”
He throws his head back and cackles, completely caught up in the moment.
Staring at me with possessiveness, he states without hesitation, “I love you so much, Marley. I must have done something extraordinary in a past life to meet you and make you all mine.”
My eyes widen, and I respond, “Undeniably.”
Laughing, he gathers me up where our chests meld together, and he turns us in a circle and then steadies me back onto my feet.
Scratching his head, he states, “We should head out; we’re already late for dinner.”
Nodding my head in agreement, we open the truck’s back door and fumble through our duffel bags looking for clothes and socks to wear over there.
Searching for the wipes again, I clean my face off, smiling at how disheveled and satiated we both look.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
I sit here, anger radiating off me as I stare at the almost flawlessly-cooked steaks, wondering if they’re going to grace us with their damn presence.
All I can visualize is restraining Marley and ripping the clothes off of her.
Tonight is the night we capture them.
My mind becomes frantic. All I’ve done since laying my eyes on her is plot and plan this twisted and deranged idea.
