Page 59 of S.O.S. Perk

“Beautiful,” he told her, unable to keep his awe to himself. He moved one hand away, and leaning over, he sucked a tender bud into his mouth, laving it with attention until Sloane’s heartbeat beneath his cheek increased to a point where…

He sat up. There was no way he was letting her orgasm yet.

“Let’s see what else you have for me,” Perk growled.

He slid back, and when he reached for her zipper he brushed over her belly-button. Her abdomen suddenly went concave.

“Ahh. Ticklish?” he asked with a grin.

She nodded, keeping to his request for silence.

“I’ll be careful,” he said. He didn’t want this to devolve into a giggle-fest.

Carefully, he popped the button on her jeans, then lowered the zipper.

He ran one finger across the front of the foam-green panties she had on that matched her bra. “Very pretty.” He scooted back even further and lowered his head to inhale her luscious scent.

Sloane groaned, and her hips twitched upward a scant centimeter.

“Uh, uh,” he sparked up at her. “Don’t make me spank you.”

Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t break her silence to ream him a new one. Did that mean Sloane would be on board with a little friendly cheek-reddening? It was something Perk would love to explore with her. But not now. Right now, his mission was to give her one mind-blowing orgasm that would leave her boneless for the rest of the day.

He moved his weight off her legs, scooting to the side and going to one knee in the wheel well. Thank God for the massiveamount of room in a ’65 Pontiac. Perk couldn’t imagine doing this in a newer vehicle; even his F150.

“Lift,” he commanded, taking hold of her jeans and panties when she complied. With one tug he had them down Sloane’s legs to stop when they met her footwear. But that was of no consequence. She was now as naked as he needed her to be; a feast for his eyes and his tongue.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he growled, climbing back across her thighs. The red hair at her apex, neatly trimmed, had his mouth watering. He’d never seen a prettier, more elegantly framed pussy. He touched it.Soft.

There was a rustling behind him, and he turned, chuckling to see Sloane toeing off her sneakers before ridding herself of the restrictive, bunched up clothing.

Clearly, she wanted to get completely comfortable. He should have thought of that. Maybe she’d want to lose her socks, too.

“If you—”

His words were cut off when Sloane’s legs came up from behind and wrapped around Perks’ shoulders. With one strong heave—and before Perk could figure out exactly what was happening—Sloane flipped him to his back.

“What the…?”

As the words tried to leave his mouth, Sloane somehow managed to extricate the rest of herself, and scrambling up, gained the dominant position. Her face was flushed and her breasts were heaving with every excited breath she took as she perched triumphantly atop him.

Perk was struck dumb. He couldn’t move if his life depended on it.

“Enough bullshit,” she finally told him, her voice low and sexy as hell. “I want your cock inside me, now.”

Perk looked up at her and couldn’t help himself. Totally blindsided, he laughed. And laughed.

Sloane scowled. “I’m not sure I like that,” she said, appearing confused and conflicted.

When Perk managed to catch his breath, he groaned and put his hands on her lovely, muscled hips. “I just wondered how long it would take before you couldn’t stand being passive any longer.” He chortled again.

Her eyes narrowed. “So…you planned that?”

“Hell, no,” he allowed, wiping the amused tears from his eyes. “I was ready to worship your body for as long as it took and make you see stars, Sloane. But part of me figured there might be a ticking clock.”

She immediately regained her aplomb.

“Tick-tock,” she snickered from above him. “It’s fuck-o-clock.”

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