The rocks are probably digging into her knees, but she doesn’t seem to give a fuck. I reach down and rip her bra off, leaving her completely naked for me on the side of a highway, where at any minute someone could drive by and see, but I don’t fucking care. Let them see. Then it’ll give me a reason to kill them.
I undo my belt and drop my pants just enough before reaching inside my underwear and dragging my cock out, a bead of liquid gleaming at the tip. Her palms grip my thighs, and slowly she leans forward, planting a kiss on the tip.
I groan.
She puts her mouth everywhere but where I need it. Although I love feeling her lips on me, right now I need them wrapped tightly around my cock.
As if reading my mind, she licks the underside of my length oh so fucking slowly as her gaze meets mine.
She smiles at me as if wanting to drag this out and drive me nuts, but then her mouth closes around the head of my cock. I moan again and curl my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Brielle,” I say in a voice that I’ve never heard from myself before. Desperation, I realize. I’m fucking desperate for this woman even when she’s on her knees for me.
She sucks me down, and I can’t stop moaning her name as my heart swells and my balls feel like they’re going to burst. I thrust my hips and feel my cock slide down her throat.
Fuck.
This is better than a dream.
Brielle hollows her cheeks, and I can’t hold back any longer. My cum hits the back of her throat, and she takes every damn drop. But I’m not done yet. I need so much more of her.
I pull her up from the ground and set her ass on the edge of the seat, my knees barely able to hold myself up with what little room we have to work with in the car, but I make it work.
Gripping her thighs, I spread them apart as wide as they can go before lining the tip of my cock up with her soaking wet pussy and thrusting into her until I bottom out.
Brielle cries out and clings to me.
My cock is sensitive, but I push through, wanting to feel her come around me. The car moves as I pound into her. I never want this to end. She feels like the exact missing piece. The one thing that was missing to make me whole once again.
Brielle comes on me two times before I allow myself to fill her pussy up with my cum. When I finally pull out, I kneel in front of her and keep her legs spread while I watch our mixed releases leak out of her pretty pink pussy.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I tell her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her swollen clit.
34
BRIELLE
It’s beentwo days since we left the hotel, and Emris seems off. After what we did on the side of the highway, things felt right. And they still do, but something’s different.
He told me on the drive home that we needed to sit down so he could answer the rest of my questions and fill in any information I might need to know, but we have yet to do that.
It seems like every time I walk into the room, he finds a reason to leave. Maybe he’s got his fill of me. Perhaps he’s just waiting it out. Waiting for me to get tired of him not wanting me and leave.
Does he want me to leave?
As I walk into the living room, I see Carson and Emris talking in hushed tones, and I instantly feel out of place… again. But before I can leave, Emris walks up to me and presses a kiss on my cheek.
“I have a few things to deal with. Be back soon.”
“Emris—” He doesn’t stop at my voice.
I watch him go until the sound of the basement door closes behind him. He’s been spending a lot of time down there, but both Carson and Emris tell me to stay clear from there, but maybe that’s exactly what I need to do.
Carson’s standing in the same spot, his eyes glued to the door that Emris disappeared through. He looks uncomfortable, but he might be the only person who can tell me what the hell is going on with Emris.
“Carson—” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“I can’t tell you, Brielle. It’s not my place. Give him time, and he’ll come around. There’s a lot riding on his shoulders right now,” Carson says before walking around me and heading for the kitchen.
