Page 40 of Bad Run

The beast in me pounds on his chest, ready to protect her at all costs.

“Listen …” I pause, waiting for him to tell me his name.

“Daniel,” he answers.

“Daniel, if you hurry and give us some privacy, I’ll give you three hundred bucks, and if you write your name and address on a piece of paper, I’ll send you a signed hat and jersey.”

“Seriously?” he asks.

“Seriously.”

“Say no more.” Daniel turns up the music and, with a squeal of his tires, pulls into traffic.

When I turn my attention to Gwen, she’s staring up at me with sparkling aqua eyes and a sultry smile. “In a hurry, Mr. Taylor?” she purrs.

“I am.” My hand finds her outer thigh, and with my fingertips, I trace circles over the silky fabric covering her legs. Thank fuck she’s still wearing my coat, and it’s large enough to keep what I’m about to do hidden. Leaning in, I place a soft kiss on the skin behind her ear and whisper, “Do you feel what you do to me? I’m so fucking hard for you.”

She shifts her legs, brushing her calves over my dick. Her lusty gaze bounces from the big problem in my pants to my face and back again. Her lips move, but nothing comes out.

“Tell me, pretty girl, are you wet for me?” I slide my hand up her skirt and rear back to look her in the face, needing to see every expression play out on her beautiful face as she answers me.

“Yes. I’m wet for you.” Her answer is husky, riddled with the same desire coursing through me.

“How wet?”

“You tell me.” With confidence, Gwen parts her knees, inviting me in. She places her hands on my chest and fiddles with the buttons on my shirt.

The driver takes a sharp turn, and the motion thrusts my hand up her thigh, and my fingertips make contact, bumping her slit over the thin fabric of her tights.

She’s soaked.

Pulling my hand out from under her skirt, I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck them, enjoying the small taste I was gifted at the faintest touch. Her sweet and tangy cum on my tongue draws a grisly grunt from deep in my chest.

Fuck, I need more.

I wish I could lay her out in the back seat and bury my face in her pussy so I could cover myself in her juices.

“Lance?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please touch me,” she whimpers, sliding her nails down my stomach. The muscles beneath contract, and my balls jump.

Diving back under her skirt, I pinch the delicate material at the apex of her thighs and position my index finger along the spot just parallel to the seam. I sink my finger into the fabric of her tights, easily ripping a hole, making Gwen squeak.

“Shh. Make a sound, and I’ll stop. Understand?” She nods, spreading her thighs a little further apart. “Good girl.”

Pushing the thin string of her panties to the side, I glide my knuckles through her drenched slit. Her breaths quicken as I align my finger at her entrance and, so fucking slowly, I slip my finger into her tight cunt.

With unhurried strokes, I play with her tight pussy until she’s stretched and ready for me to add a second finger.

My girl understood the assignment.

Her body bows, and her lips move, but no sound escapes as I finger-fuck her in the backseat. I take my time, curling my fingers forward, searching for the spot that will send her soaring over the edge. Legs stiff, chest heaving, I watch as the gorgeous woman shakes, her body climbing higher as she reaches toward her climax.

“Don’t close your eyes,” I murmur.

She complies, watching me as I continue my assault. Only this time, I add my thumb and press it to her clit, rubbing it side to side. Hidden beneath my jacket, her body gives her away as she shakes and shudders under my touch.