Page 33 of Wild Hearts

I would have picked her up from her apartment, but there was a last-minute emergency with a family driving to Everton. They’d needed a quick tow and battery replacement before continuing their journey, and I couldn’t not help them, especially on a holiday.

“I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. And that’s saying something, because Elsie, Avery, and I have had some crazy funny conversations.” Grace smiles as I help her down from my truck. “I like your friends.”

“I’m glad, baby. They like you, too.” I press a light kiss to her mouth, but what’s meant to be brief and affectionate turns deep and desperate when her nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer rather than letting me retreat.

“Gracie, what are you doing to me?” I groan and bury my hands in her soft curls. The spice of pumpkin pie on her tongue is a damn delicious aphrodisiac, and I can’t get enough.

Sidestepping toward the front of my truck and away from the view of the street, the only thought in my mind is claiming my girl.

Trailing kisses down her neck, I ask, “How’d you know this was a fantasy of mine?”

“Kissing me?” She laughs. “This isn’t exactly the first time it’s happened.”

“Kissing you against my truck. That’s the fantasy. Well… That’s not exactly right. My fantasy is eating your pussy while your back is flat against the hood, your thighs pinned to the metal wide enough for me to fit between them.”

“Hmm… who am I to deny you?” Grace eases backward, daring me to make the next move.

“Are you sure? It’s dark, and everyone should be home chilling with their Thanksgiving dinner and a football game, but we’re still outside. Technically, someone’s headlights could light us up from the road.”

Grace unzips her jacket then tosses it on the windshield. “I’m willing to risk it if you are. I’m all about taking chances these days, didn’t you know?”

Thank fuck for that. Because it means she took a chance on me.

My hands grab her hips and heft her onto the hood, so she’s at the perfect height for my mouth. Her legs fall open, the warm knit of her dress sliding to reveal pale thighs and lacy panties.

“God, you’re beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.” I bend forward and lick a line up her inner thigh, intoxicated by the scent of her arousal.

While the sun set hours ago, cool moonlight dances upon her skin, creating enticing shadows in the valley of her curves. “You won’t regret giving me a chance, sweetheart.”

“I know, Wes.” Her palm cups the back of my head and massages my scalp. “No matter what the future holds, I’m in this. I’m tired of holding myself back out of fear. The fear of regret is finally greater than my fear of getting hurt, so I’m saying yes to you, to whatever comes next. Because you’re worth the risk.”

My sweet, sweet girl. Full of innocence and hope.

I vow to keep her safe. To protect her light from the cruelties of the world. From the bitchy Kaylas to the drama of her family. I want what’s best for Grace, and while I may not be the best man, I’m the best man for her.

Because her happiness is my priority now.

I drag her panties off before inhaling deeply, my face nuzzled between her slick folds. “You smell so good, baby. I bet you taste even better.”

Eager to confirm the suspicion, I circle her clit with my tongue then dip lower to plunge into her clenching cunt. An erotic squelch rises from the spot, and one hand drops to squeeze my dick before it explodes at the sound of how soaking wet she is.

Grace whimpers my name.

I go to work licking and sucking my girl’s sweet pussy until a warm gush of arousal covers my lips and beard. Grace’s body arches from the orgasm, and I don’t waste time unbuttoning my jeans and finding the spare condom in my wallet.

“Grace, baby.” I hold the silver wrapper to the moonlight. “This doesn’t have to go further, but if you want it to, nothing would make me happier than fucking your sweet cunt until its coming around my cock. What do you say, sweetheart? You want my thick cock stretching this pussy?” I cup her between the thighs and rub my palm over her swollen clit.

“Yes… please, Wes… Don’t stop,” she begs. She sits up and tugs me in for a kiss, moaning as she sucks the taste of her pussy from my tongue.

Rolling the condom over my dick, I pull her lower, loving how soft and lush her body is, perfect for holding on to while I deliver on my promise to fuck these sweet curves into oblivion.

“Ready, baby?”

Grace nods, leaning back on her elbows for leverage as she lifts her hips in a silent plea. Heeding her request, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance then slowly ease inside, gritting my teeth at the tight fit.

“Fuck…” A growl of satisfaction rumbles in my throat the deeper I slide. This is the best damn cunt I’ve ever had wrapped around my dick, and we’ve barely even started.

I retreat then thrust forward. Retreat then forward. Each long plunge drags across her clit before hitting the sensitive spot inside her pussy that has Grace moaning and muttering indecipherable pleas.

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