Page 65 of Undone

I rose to meet her face to face, her eyes trained on me as I steeled my gaze.

My hand gripped her face to bring her close, the other rubbing the soft flesh of her exposed thighs. “Baby, I’m going to make you come like this at least once before we leave this parking lot.”

“But—I,” she started but I cut her off with my fingers, pressing them back into her and relishing in the way she gripped them.

Her head fell back, letting out the sexiest moan I had ever heard. I knew she’d make intoxicating sounds when I got her like this.

But she was even outperforming my dreams.

I knelt back down and added my tongue to her clit, swirling around.

She coated my lips, my tongue, and my chin as I found a rhythm. Savoring her reaction to my touch, so responsive.

I could barely see her in the dark of the night, but damn, did she look so good spread out on my tailgate, skirt bunched up, with my head between her thighs.

The sounds pouring from her pitched higher as she approached the edge, her body fidgeting as she got closer and closer.

She tried to push herself up, but her arms trembled, barely able to hold her weight.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” I said, and she moaned in response. “You like that? When I call you my good girl?” My hand scaled her body, pressing the middle of her chest down against the truck bed.

The way her pussy felt on my tongue sent my blood roaring through my body. I snaked my hand down her stomach, enjoying the way her skin reacted under my fingers, as my own need built as I devoured her.

Soon, I was trailing my hands down her thighs, her knees, her shins. As they dropped at her ankle, my fingers found my belt, unbuckling it to release some pressure.

I continued licking, sucking, and paying close attention to how her body reacted to me.

“Dorian…” she panted.

I felt her release building by the way her pussy was clenching my fingers. I pressed my tongue to her clit, moving in circles while my fingers curved inside her, and she let out a little whimper.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“Come for me. Be a good girl and come for me.”

Her release barreled through her body. “I’m coming… fuck, Dorian, I’m coming,” she panted desperately.

Her body folded, and her legs attempted to close around my head. I pushed them open but lessened my intensity to match everything she needed and concentrated on the way she was pulsing.

The moment slowed, and I watched my fingers as they gently pulled out of her. I pressed soft kisses to the delicate skin of her inner thighs before looking up.

“You coming on my tongue with my name coming out of that pretty mouth might be one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

She sat up, my body following her. My knees ached from kneeling in the gravel, and I’d feel it tomorrow. But I liked that thought—knowing the pain was from making her come apart for me.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I grinned. “Do you have any idea how much I needed that?”

“You?” she asked. “You needed that?”

“I did. I already want it again,” I mused. “But we should probably go somewhere more private for what I have planned next.”

Her eyes heated for a moment before softening.

Something shifted. The heat between us transformed into something else—something tender. She glanced down at my hands resting on her thighs. I quickly pulled down her skirt, covering her.

“What is it?” I asked gently.

She hesitated, not meeting my gaze.

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