Page 538 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

presses me flat to the brick.

When his breath hits my mouth,

it’s hot, Coke-sweet,

my pussy still faint on his tongue.

“Feel that?” His lips coast my cheek, his stiff cock burning hot through his jeans and through my dress. “No one else gets my dick hard. No one,” he says, slipping my jacket over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “No one else gets me nervous, gets my heart poundin’. Not a single fuckin’ person’s got control over my body. But you, Sonny. No one but you.”

His face sinks into the curve of my neck as his fingertips at my thighs inch up my dress. “Baby, I’m beggin’ you. Lemme use both—mouth and hands,” he says into my throat, his thumb hooking my wet panties right at my slit, feeling my wet lips, the damp licking his warm knuckle.

“Fuckin’ Christ, please,” he chokes, voice gravel as he slides my panties down and grips my ass to steady me as he peels them away.

He shoves them into his pocket.

“Please. I’ll make it good,” he begs, lifting my leg, planting my boot on the ledge of the open window next to us. “Swear on my life, I’ll make it so fuckin’ good.”

I push him down at the shoulders,

needing his mouth right there,

right now.

With a dirty grin,

he drops to his knees, gone—bunching my tight dress up over my hips, mouth trailing my hipbones, my pelvis, leaving me whimpering like a dumbass with my fingers in his hair.

Then he slows all the way down,

his mouth hovering between my thighs,

his breath blowing hot.

His hands slide down,

eyes falling heavy on my pussy

as his thumbs trace the frame of it,

the pads crawling down the lips.

Then he’s easing me open wider, wider—until my slit yawns open and heat hits his mouth.

For one heart-hanging moment, every nerve inside me lights up as he holds me spread, exposed, raw, baring me to the cold air, to his gaze that’s soaking in the sight as he stares at every inch of me.

Breath fucked, his eyes climb up ‘til they hit mine—two bottomless black holes, gasping for air.

“Allison…” Just my name, dragged through gravel from his chest. His throat works around a swallow. “Fuck,” he grinds out, eyes sliding back to my pussy, where his thumb hooks me,

and he dips the tip inside my entrance.

Only the pad at first,

watching me gush hot around it,

before fucking in to the knuckle.

My knees stutter, and I hold on,