Page 15 of Pucking Dirty

"You started it," I mumble.

He squeezes my thigh, sending a jolt through me. "Get in the house before the neighbors hear you screaming my name."

Disappointment flows through me. He's not coming in with me.

"But…"

He touches my bottom lip, his eyes dark. "Hell, maybe they'll hear you anyway. I doubt those walls are going to stifle that sweet voice much once I'm inside you."

My core clenches so hard I think I have a mini-orgasm. He is staying.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

I practically launch myself off his lap, eager to get inside so he can…get inside.

My plans go up in smoke when he growls like a wild beast behind me.

His hand comes down on my bare ass, trapping me across the center console.

"Goddamn. It's right here in my face," he mumbles, pure agony in his voice, as if he's going to lose it any minute.

Hearing that tone from him? Goodbye, ovaries.

I don't even think about it. I just wiggle my hips, shaking my ass at him…teasing him because I can't help it, not when he sounds that damn sexy just looking at it.

Best. Decision. Ever.

The sound he makes vibrates through me like a gong striking against my soul. He moves like a panther, all coiled muscle and sexual aggression. I bite my hand to stifle a scream as he pries my cheeks apart and buries his face in my pussy from behind.

"Goddamn, baby girl," he groans against my skin before licking me from top to bottom. "You taste so fucking good." He licks me again. "I'm breaking your rule, but I can't stop now. I need to know what you feel like coming all over my face."

I sob his name, rocking back against him as he licks and sucks, eating me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. Pleasure rips through me in intense waves, leaving me babbling and pleading for mercy.

He has none for me. He just holds me in place across the console and devours me. I'm pretty sure the neighbors can hear me moaning his name. I'm also pretty sure I don't care as he forces his tongue inside my hole, fucking me with it.

"Please, please," I chant, trying to crawl away as an orgasm bears down on me. I'm going to scream the whole neighborhood awake. I know I am.

"Nu-uh," he growls, hooking an arm around my waist to keep me right where he wants me. "If you didn't want me eating it, you shouldn't have waved it in my face, Emilia. Fucking come on my tongue."

I shatter apart immediately, exploding into nothing. Choking on the scream I try like hell not to voice.

He doesn't stop. He keeps eating me, ruthlessly demanding another orgasm. But I can't give it to him. I freakingknowI can't. Not without the whole neighborhood hearing me scream.

"Come again," he snarls, flicking his tongue against my clit in rapid strikes.

And even though I know I can't give him what he wants quietly, my body bows to his wicked tongue and those honey lips. They're weapons of destruction employed against me, obliterating me so completely I'm left gasping for air as I crack apart with a shout of ecstasy.

I shake and tremble and moan, riding a current of pleasure so intense I can't breathe.

"Good girl," he murmurs, running a gentle hand down my ass as he peels himself off me. Before I can even miss his heat, he's bundling me into his arms, tugging my dress down so the whole neighborhood doesn't see my ass. He climbs from the truck,striding toward the door with me tucked against his chest as if I weigh nothing.

"What's the door code?"

"12496," I mumble, still floating.

He punches it in and then waits for it to whir and click before he carries me inside.

"Bedroom?" he asks.

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