Page 167 of Secret Obsession
“What about you?”
My cock is so hard, I’m two seconds away from exploding. She looks down.
“If you suck him off, I’m going to throw you both out of this car,” Knox swears.
“And leave us on the side of the road?” I laugh, although it’s strained.
Because she’s tracing a path over my jeans.
“Okay,” Willow says instead. “We’ll let you handle the cleaning fee when you drop the car off.”
She unbuttons my jeans and reaches in, past my briefs, and wraps her slim fingers around my shaft. My head falls back.
Do I think of my grandmother?
Or do I let this happen?
But then she’s bending over, practically folding herself in half, and her lips wrap around my pierced head.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She strokes me, sliding her hand up and down. Squeezing and twisting like she’s given a million guys hand jobs before.
I don’t lovethatthought, but I do love whatever she’s doing to me right now.
Her tongue laps at my slit, her lips only closed around the tip of my dick. She’s not sucking, but damn it, her tongue is doing magical things.
Magic cunt, magic tongue. What part of this girl isn’t special?
“You two are the worst,” Knox grumbles.
I jack my hips up, but the movement is almost involuntary. I slide farther into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. This is the throat fuck I promised her earlier.
I grip the back of her head and push her down. She cups my balls, kneading and tugging, and my hips move again on their own. It’s like I’ve lost control, and I lean back as I fuck her mouth. She’s off my lap completely, only her knees on the edge of the seat and her ass pressed against the seat in front of us keeping her steady.
“Swallow, baby,” I order, my attention locked on her body.
I wait for the flinch, or the reaction, but there is none. If anything, she opens her throat wider, and I shoot deeper inside her.
My balls retract, and my orgasm rushes forward. My cum spurts down her throat, which automatically works and contracts around me. She swallows, and swallows, and swallows.
Until I pull out of her mouth and drag her face up, kissing her hard.
I taste myself and her saliva on my tongue, and she slides back onto my lap. She loops her arms around my neck, holding me as tight as she can.
“I love you,” I say in her ear. Words just for her. Because anyone who convinced this girl she doesn’t know love can fuck off right to Hell.
51
WILLOW
Ibreak the silence that lingers in the aftermath of Miles and I getting each other off with Knox in a front-row seat… by telling them about the dead guy’s brother.
And that really doesn’tbreakthe silence so much as elongate it.
“I’m sorry,” Knox says, glancing back at me. “But you’re telling me that the guy Miles killed, the guy who put something in your drink and tried to rape you, has a brother? And that brother is searching for him?”
“And going the intimidation route,” I add. “I don’t know if the car is connected, but the detective seemed pretty convinced that it wasn’t a coincidence.”
