Page 88 of House of Desire

Desperation I have never felt before lights my nerves on fire as her hand begins fumbling with my belt buckle. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulls me from her neck before pushing my hands down into the seat, telling me I can’t touch her. She pushes me until my back is pressed against the door behind me, the handle cutting into my back, but I don’t care.

She maneuvers one of my legs up onto the bench as she kneels on the floorboards between them.

The silence is getting to me. I want to hear her call my name as ecstasy relaxes her body into a puddle of orgasm beneath me, but I don’t want this to stop and I’m afraid it will. I need to hear her beg and plead with me as I keep her on edge. But having her in my arms is more important.

I push down my needs.

My wants.

My desires.

And I take everything she’ll give me.

My hips jerk as she palms my length, giving me strong, sure strokes. I watch her as she licks her lips, her eyes focused on my cock until, suddenly, she’s swallowing me to the back of her throat. My head kicks back, smacking into the glass, as my teeth grind against the moan. Fingers aching to sink into her hair to control her movements, I claw my nails into the seat, keeping myself contained. I thrust up into her mouth. She can barely take my girth, but she does without complaint and my heart swells. Her throat constricts as I bottom out, her nose against my abs. The sound of her gagging on my cock makes me wild.

With a growl, I tangle my fingers in her hair and fuck her soft, warm, wet mouth, tears begin falling from her eyes at my aggressive pace. Her tears simply make me more unhinged until her hand goes down between her legs.

She rucks her dress up around her hips and I hear the wetness as her fingers slide into her pussy.

I thought I was at full capacity for how much I could desire this woman between my legs, but watching her pleasure herself as I brutally take her mouth, deepens the feeling.

She hums around my cock as her hand begins working faster and I know I won’t survive unless I have her taste on my tongue right now.

Using my grip on her hair, I rip her off my aching member. It glistens with her saliva and the only way it’d look better is coated in the wetness between her lush thighs. I scoot down the bench seat, pulling her momentarily on top of me until I’m as stretched out as I can be. I grab her arms and pull her toward my face, needing her weight to crush me, but as she tries to seat herself, I realize it’s futile. The space is just not big enough.

And that won’t do. Not when she lets out the softest whine I’ve heard.

I gently push her back down my body while simultaneously wiggling my way out. Reaching behind me, I rip the door open. There’s no way the paint isn’t scratched from the bush, but I don’t care as her eyes go wide as I step from the truck.

I pull her down toward me, her body mine as I move it this way and that until she’s on her knees before me. Not quite the perfect height. That won’t stop me.

Resting my knees on the frame of the truck, I’m thankful for the darkness surrounding us as I spread her ass and plunge my tongue deep into her sweet, pulsing pussy. I know she wants to moan, I can feel it gathering in her body as surely as her orgasm gathers. I try to drag her moan out, but much like our time at Charlie’s wedding, she keeps her sounds trapped, almost like it keeps emotion out of it. I try to slow myself from devouring her too fast, but I can’t stop the pace until her juices sluice down my chin, orgasm racking her body.

I pull back from her, panting, and look at the beautiful mess I’ve made of the even more beautiful woman kneeling before me. My dick is still hanging from my pants and leaking come with my arousal.

Grabbing her hips, I flip her malleable body over, laying her onto her back. I take my cock in my hand and begin stroking myself, pushing toward my own climax.

With the other hand, I spread her legs further apart, dipping my fingers inside her, and with a heavy exhale, the only sound I allow myself, I paint her soaked pussy in my release.

Lights glow from the front of Charlie’s house. I hesitate to barge in on her evening, but when I open the door, I hear giggling from the backyard and decide maybe more than one opinion would be helpful in this situation. I make my way to the side of the house, letting myself in through the wrought-iron gate.

Lorelei and Charlie sit on the daybed that I fixed after Charlie and Alec broke it. A cell phone sits in a tripod, with Courtney and Molly, a former contestant from House of Deceit, on the screen.

“Well, look at this. What’s going on here?” I ask, startling the girls, but once they see it’s me, they squeal, climbing off the bed and launching themselves into my arms for hugs.

“Parker! I’ve missed you. What are you doing here?” Charlie asks, giving my cheek a peck.

“I wanted to talk to you about Anya, but I can call you tomorrow if you want.”

“No! Absolutely not. Come sit with us,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to the bed. Lorelei gets settled while Charlie pulls a chair over for me to sit on before readjusting the phone to include me.

“Hi, Parker!”

“Hey, Molly. How’s Danielle?” I ask, referencing her wrangler turned fiancée from House of Deceit. “We missed you at the wedding.”

“She’s amazing,” she says, her facial expression going goofy with love like it does every time Danielle is brought up. “We were so sad we couldn’t go, but that convention led to a big contract, so it all worked out in the end."

“Congrats!”

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