Page 102 of The Summer We Lie

"God damn, baby, I'm going to come if you don't stop," I warn, torn between wanting her to continue and needing to maintain enough focus to drive safely.

She releases me with a wet pop, her hand continuing to stroke my length as she looks up at me, eyes wide and lips swollen from her efforts. "Please come down my throat," she whispers, her voice innocent despite her filthy request. "I want to taste you."

I nearly run into a speed limit sign, jerking the wheel at the last second. "Jesus Christ, Skye." I groan as she takes me back into her mouth, this time with renewed purpose, her lips stretching around me as she takes me as deep as she can.

I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her movements, pulling her down until she gags slightly around me. The sound shouldn't turn me on as much as it does, but there's something about her complete submission, her eagerness to please me, that drives me wild.

"God, I love your mouth," I say, unable to resist thrusting up slightly into the wet heat. She moans her approval, the vibration sending shivers through me. "Are you wet for me?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

She nods around my cock, and I reach across the car, between her legs, finding her panties completely soaked through. The evidence of her arousal nearly undoes me. She's dripping wet just from sucking my cock, from pleasing me, and that knowledge is more intoxicating than any drug.

"I want a taste so bad," I groan, stroking her through the damp fabric, feeling how swollen and ready she is. She responds by sucking harder, one hand playing with my balls in a way that has me seeing stars.

I stroke her clit over the damp fabric of her panties, and she whimpers around me, her hips bucking against my hand. The combination of her mouth, her sounds, and the knowledge that she's getting off on pleasuring me pushes me over the edge.

With a deep groan, I come down her throat, my body tightening as waves of pleasure crash through me. "God damn, Skye." She swallows every drop, her tongue continuing to work me through the aftershocks until I'm completely spent and struggling to remember how to breathe.

Chapter Forty-Four

Skye

I swallow every last drop, savoring the taste of him as I slide my lips off his cock. My jaw aches in the most delicious way. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look up at him through my lashes, feeling powerful despite being the one on my knees.

"God, you're fucking incredible," he mutters, tucking himself back in while somehow keeping us on the road.

My core throbs with need. The taste of him, the sounds he made—everything about pleasuring him has me practically dripping. I slide back into my seat, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache between them.

We pull into his driveway, and I'm barely out of the car before he's on me. His mouth crashes against mine, hungry and desperate. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness already returning against my center.

He walks me to the front of the car and lays me on the warm hood. The heat from the engine seeps through my dress. He kisses me savagely, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hands push my skirt up around my waist.

His fingers hook into my panties, dragging them down my legs. He steps back, breaking our kiss to look at me spread out on his car like an offering.

"So fucking perfect," he says, his eyes fixed between my legs where I'm probably dripping onto his expensive car. His gaze darkens as he notices the base of the butt plug. The look on his face makes me feel beautiful, desirable—worth something.

"First you're going to come on my cock," he says, voice rough as he continues staring at my exposed pussy. "And then I'm taking you to my bed and I'm going to fuck that perfect tight ass until you come again."

The dam breaks and he's on me again, his mouth finding my breast through my dress. He tugs the fabric down roughly, sucking my nipple between his teeth. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making me arch against him.

He works his way back up to my lips, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. My moans are unrecognizable to my own ears as I get closer and closer without him even touching my clit. Just the anticipation, the way he looks at me like he'll die if he doesn't have me, is almost enough to push me over the edge.

He unzips his pants, freeing his cock, and then he's sliding inside me in one powerful thrust.

"Oh fuck," I moan, my back arching off the hood of the car. He feels impossibly big like this, the angle allowing him to hit spots inside me I didn't know existed.

"That's it, baby. Take all of me." His voice is strained as he starts to move, setting a punishing pace that has the car rocking beneath us.

The warm metal against my back, the air on my skin, the way he fills me so completely—it's sensory overload in the best way. His hands grip my hips, angling me perfectly as he drives into me again and again.

"Touch yourself," he commands, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to see you come."

I slide my hand between us, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. The first touch nearly sends me over the edge.

"You feel so fucking good around my cock," he groans, watching me touch myself. "So tight, so perfect."

The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension that threatens to snap. His thrusts become harder, more desperate, and I know he's close too.

"Come for me, Skye. Now."