Page 28 of Speed Trap

Please, for the love of all things fast and hard—fuck.

“Isn’t that what you said to me when I asked you to stop? No?” Her silky voice slipped over me in a breathy caress as she tugged at my fly.

I caught her wrist, disengaged her fingers in a gentle effort. “As tempting as a hand job in my car from a stunning girl sounds—” I kissed her slow and long, giving myself enough time to come back down. “—let’s get you inside, check the house. Yeah?”

“Who said anything about hands?”

A groan tore from my lips. My kiss became savage to her grazing touches, iron-clad to her sweet caress.

Just as gently, giving me all the time in the world to stop her, she broke the kiss and leaned forward, her hands braced on my thighs for balance.

And that was the last time she used her hands.

Sunny caught the zip in her teeth, drawing it down in a single, slow movement. Given the freedom of space, my cock jutted forward, strained against my jocks, though Sunny disposed of that barrier with the same skillset.

I’d never been as comfortable with a set of teeth that weren’t mine.

But as she began to lick and explore, it became clear that Sunny’s only purpose was pleasure.

My pleasure.

Her lips slid the length of my cock and back, whetting every inch with her silky tongue. By the time she opened her mouth and took me down whole in one long swallow to the back of her throat, I was fit to burst.

My balls drew up tight. I willed my impending orgasm back, turning my engine upside down in my head and deconstructing it. When that didn’t work and she drew the length of me deep again after a quick breath, I ran through my racing stats. Backward.

Sunny sucked the top of me into her mouth, winding her tongue around my head as though she was French kissing it.

My head dropped back, a low groan ripping from my throat. I wound my hands through her sleek blonde curls, working her against the thrusts my hips couldn’t help, pumping myself between her lips.

Her moan set me on an irredeemable path, the vibrations in her throat sending me spare until the pressure built too hard, too fast. A raw shout tore from my mouth, my orgasm tender to the point of painful.

Sunny swallowed against my length, prolonging the pleasure that emptied my veins until stars floated across my vision. She held me in her mouth, sucking sweetly, gently, her tongue bathing my cock in soothing swipes that left me boneless all over.

After a time, control returned to me in inches. I urged her into my arms and kissed her deeply, pouring everything I felt into the join between us.

“That good, huh?” she whispered, swiping the back of her hand across her lips as she tipped her head up at me.

I found her mouth in the darkness again. “This is the Sunny I lo— want.” I said firmly. “Give me sass in the bedroom, Princess. But right here, this raw, bare girl? This is the one I want.” Isearched the resistance in her body, massaging the back of her neck, praying I was what she wanted.

Sunny sighed and sank into my arms, nestling her cheek against my heart. “Raw is right. That was—” He voice broke, and I waited, my chest too tight to suck in a full breath. “I think that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.”

“But it wasn’t your pleasure.”

“No. It was yours.”

All my remaining breath evacuated from my lungs.

I cupped her nape and tugged her closer. “You can’t say things like that to a man, Princess.” My other hand found the swell of her breast through her soft shirt. I trailed my fingers across the top as she gasped then pinched her nipple through the material and the lace of her bra. “Not unless you want to earn yourself an orgasm on the spot. Ever come from having your nipples played with?”

“N-no–”

Her soft stutter gave way to the shiver of need that wracked her as I milked that covered bud as it hardened beneath my fingers. Not that I had any intention of letting go.

“Then you’ll enjoy this,” I promised her, finding her mouth with mine and slipping my tongue between her lips to mirror the way I tugged and teased her nipple.

She tried to fight me, sort of, in a half-hearted way. When I glided a hand between her legs to cup her mound through her pants I found a hot, damp spot.

“Hawk,” she whispered my name so sweetly.

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