Page 76 of Wild Card

REMY

She climbed into the open driver door and bent to set the bucket in the back, putting her ass at the perfect height to eat. I grabbed her thigh when she started to move.

“No. Stay right there.”

She went perfectly still, panting.

“Good girl,” I rasped, one hand sliding her skirt over her ass, the other finding her pussy hot and wet and waiting. “You ready to find out what happens when you fuck around, Duchess?”

“Yes, please,” she breathed, bracing herself on the passenger seat.

I hooked my fingers in her G-string and pulled it to the side, and there was my salvation. I dipped a finger into her slick slit. “Your pussy’s hungry, is it? For what?”

“You know what for.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it.” I stroked her.

“Your cock.”

I leaned in, opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and took a long, sweet taste.

She gasped. “I want you inside me.”

I groaned into her cunt, found her clit with my hand.

A low moan. “More than that,” she whispered. “I’m empty, Remy.”

I let her go with a wet pop. “Get the fuck in the truck.”

In a daze, she did, and the second the seat was clear I was in it, the door shut behind me. I slid the seat back and reclined it, unzipping my pants, unleashing my cock.

I didn’t have to ask—she was in my lap, her lips against mine, her hips rolling. My cock was barred from her, straining against her panties as she dry fucked me. But I didn’t care. For a minute, the only thing that existed was her mouth, her lips, her tongue sweeping mine.

She broke away, reaching between us.

“Need you.” It was barely audible, her hands finding my cock, raising it. I pulled her panties aside, and she guided me to the split, lowered her body, her heat swallowing my crown. I snatched her skirt up so I could watch as she took all of me.

Twin moans, and our lips met again. I held her there, not letting her move, wanting to feel her. My cock throbbed inside her—she was so full of me, she felt the pulse and whimpered at the feeling.

She leaned back, breaking the kiss. Her face tipped up to the roof and eyes closed as she swayed her hips, grinding when her clit met me. She took her pleasure, and I took mine, sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders to bare her breasts. Her rosy nipples were pebbled, and when I took one into my mouth, she panted, bracing herself with her hands on my shoulders.

“That’s right, Duchess,” I breathed onto her slick nipple. “Are you full enough?”

A low moan. She opened her heavy eyelids. “Never.”

I flexed my hips to put myself deeper, deep enough that she cried out. “You sure?”

“Oh, God,” she whined, taking every grind with intention.

I filled my hands with her ass without stopping the flow of her body. “Greedy, greedy. I love watching you come, Duchess. Are you gonna come?”

Her hips sped up, her eyes slamming shut. “Yes.”

“Come all over me, and then it’s my turn.”

“Fuck,” she squeaked, then gasped, then let out the most perfect sound as she came just like I wanted.

“Such a good girl.” My heart slammed against my ribs as I took her breast in my hand, took her nipple with my mouth, let her ride me all the way down from her orgasm.

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