Page 86 of Released from the Sin Bin

I want to be good for her. I want to give her everything she needs.

My grip on her face tightens, holding her against me and too afraid to let go. Her tongue slides against mine, and a satisfied moan rumbles in my chest. Any restraint I had to savor her is lost.

My hands drop to her strong thighs, picking them up to wrap around my waist as I spin her around to press her back against my car.

With a groan, her fingers slip into my hair, giving the ends a hard tug.

I move down her short neck, breathing in her delicious cherry scent.

“Keep kissing me,” Willa demands with a soft, breathy moan.

“Where?” I kiss up the length of her neck sticking out of her fleece coat. Pulling the zipper down to get further access to the opening of her buttoned up blouse while she clutches onto me.

“The car. Backseat.” She reaches down for the handle, but isn’t able to find it.

I laugh against her chest. “I meant, where on your body do you want my dirty mouth?”

“Oh,” she gasps when my teeth pull the button at the top of her shirt open. “Everywhere.”

I could keep kissing and sucking on her bittersweet skin against my car all night under the dim parking lot lights, but obliging to her request, I open the car door and toss her in. Climbing in after her as she scrambles to get her thin coat off.

Slowing down, I help her out of the boot, careful not to hurt her, but Willa kicks it off against my closed door.

She unbuttons her stretchy slacks she wore to appear professional, and I take over to slide them down her soft milky legs.

I want to take my time, but Willa is tossing her clothes off in a haste. I grab her hands and hold them up over her head against the opposite door.

“I thought we talked about the importance of foreplay.” I hover over her and position myself between her legs.

Looking down, I take in her powdered blue satin bra with a tiny white bow at the center between her soft, supple breasts that fit nicely in my mouth. Goosebumps bubble up along the ridges in her soft, muscled abs. Lines and curves from all the long days at the gym and on the ice.

Her matching satin panties darken at the center where she’s wet with anticipation.

I lower my mouth at the tiny white bow and glide it over the small pop of her breast. Up one side and down the other to kiss the tiny bow again.

“Carter.” Her hips lift from under me.

“You said you wanted my mouth everywhere,” I tease, kissing her torso in a zigzag motion to get every inch. “Fucking gorgeous.” I run my tongue along the center line. “You taste so fucking good.”

With another moan and a lift of her hips, she silently begs me to keep going. I lift up and pull her panties down her legs as she squirms and pushes to get them off faster.

Taking my coat off, I toss it to the front and get another good look at her. “Gorgeous.”

There’s no other way to describe her. Her wavy short blonde hair spreads out over the seat. Her skin glistens with the trail I made, and her legs are spread out for me.

She’s tiny. Short and petite, with soft muscles. Perfect.

I push my seat up and kneel on the floor to get better access. I want nothing in my way.

I’ve never been so enamored by her beauty as I am now. Willa, waiting impatiently with her body yearning to be touched.

She reaches for my shirt, but I pull back. I’m not wasting another second.

Picking her leg up, I open her up and flatten my tongue on her soft, warm flesh. Her legs shake with need as I flick my tongue against her clit.

“Carter.” She tugs at my hair and pushes me down to suck her in. “Oh god,” she cries out.

Switching off between fucking her with my tongue and fingers, I stretch her out. Pulsing my tongue against her clit as her back arches from the seat.

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