Page 38 of Sweet Heat

“No, baby, I can help you best right here.” My hands skate down her sides, landing on her hips, and her breathing picks up. “Now, fix your mirrors so you can see.”

As she does my bidding, I collect her thick hair and loop it over her shoulder to give me access to her neck.

“Good girl,” I rumble in her ear, reaching over to grab her hand and guide it to the shift, wishing it was my cock instead. That fucker twitches against her back, and Posie’s breath catches, wiggling her backside against me. “You need to press on the brake and put the car in drive.”

I lick a stripe up her neck, savoring the cotton candy on my tongue as she follows the directions. Keeping my mouth on her, I use my hand to guide hers back to the steering wheel.

“Like this?” she asks breathily, her pulse fluttering under my lips.

“Just perfect,” I praise. “Now, slowly lift your foot and let the car roll forward. Don’t worry about anything—I’ll help you steer.”

The burned scent dissipates, replaced with freshly spun sugar, and Posie melts in my arms. She relaxes against me as the car crawls forward, guiding it around the empty lot like a pro. Hints of slick pop in the air, causing pre-cum to bead on my angry tipand leak through my pants. But it’s worth every sticky minute to have her trust. This may be torture, but it’s the sweetest kind I’ve ever experienced.

Posie practices turning around the space, and I remove my hands, bringing them down to her hips so she’s doing it all completely on her own. She glances back at me quickly, excitement bubbling as she grins from ear to ear before bringing her attention back to the task.

“I’m doing it, Miller! I’m really doing it,” she exclaims, and my heart tugs in my chest. She’s not mine yet, but every second together has me falling deeper in love with her.

“You’re doing it, Puff. You’re a natural,” I agree, teeth grazing her neck. Her pheromones are so strong here that I nearly die from the joy of being so close to my scent match. “Now, let’s try giving it a little gas.”

She gulps hard, a determined wrinkle appearing on her smooth forehead, and I squeeze her round hips.

“You’ve got this,” I say, and she nods, pressing down ever so slowly on the pedal. The car lurches forward, but I suck on her neck, and she keeps her cool.

“That feels so good,” she pants, allowing the car to move forward smoothly, driving around the lot as though she’s been doing it for years. My hands explore a little, distracting but not too distracting, even as my cock begs me to lift her and sheath myself in her heat. Not telling her about our scent match is agonizing. Almost deceitful.

But how do you convince an omega who can’t smell that you’re her scent match?

“You’re doing amazing. Go around two more times, and then I’ll reward you.” She whines, remembering the denied orgasm from the restaurant and shifting restlessly on the seat. The scent of slick grows thick in the air, letting me know where my girl’s mind is.

She’s so fucking perfect.

Her speed increases, whipping us around the lot one last time before pulling into a dark spot and slamming on the brakes. The car jolts forward, and she jams it into park, unable to hold back for another second.

“You’re nearly a pro,” I crow, hitting the power and plunging the car into complete darkness. Don’t need anyone seeing the lights and stopping by. “And now you’re going to come screaming my name.”

Her face twists, capturing my lips while mewling her need, and the sweet taste clouds my vision. There’s not enough room in this damn car to feast on my omega properly. She pulls back, breathless.

“That was so fun. I didn’t know it could be fun. Thank you for teaching me,” she chirps, peppering my face with kisses. With a huge smile, my omega wiggles until she’s straddling me. Posie’s legs slot on the outsides of mine, and her beautiful breasts bounce as she positions herself in my lap. Her hot core presses against my hard length, and I groan, throwing my head back at the contact.

“Sorry! I’m too heavy!” she exclaims, leaping to the side in an attempt to get off me, but I grab her.

“No. You’re perfect. Don’t move a fucking muscle,” I growl, letting my hands roam over the thick curve of her ass, palmingit with a forceful grip. She squeals when I squeeze, but then I lift my hips, letting my thick erection press against her center. “I want you so bad, Puff.”

Her lips make a little ‘o’, and her hips jolt, rubbing her slick pussy against the length of my jean-clad cock. Gasping, she does it again, enjoying the sensation. Her innocence makes me want to corrupt her; show her all the pleasure I can wring from her lush body. The way I’ll have her coming, crying my name until her voice becomes hoarse. Then I’ll offer her my cock to soothe her aching throat.

“I’m yours,” she whimpers, throwing her head back and giving me a glimpse of the purple marks I’ve left on her neck. They look good—good enough until I place my bite right where it belongs.

Mine. For always. For forever.

This time, there isn’t a restaurant full of people, so I flip up the skirt of her dress, my fingers falling to the lacy material keeping me from the promised land.

They’re hot as fuck, and I hate them.

“These are gone,” I snarl, snapping them off her. I drag the panties through her soaked folds, swirling the lace around her clit before shoving them in my pocket. “Mine now.”

Posie’s eyes follow the motion, and she swallows hard, her eyes wide. The moonlight shining on her skin makes her glow like a goddess. I’ll never get enough. She trembles on my lap in anticipation, but I want her mindless with passion.

“Lean back, beautiful,” I direct her, pressing my big hand against the curve of her belly until her back leans on the steering wheel, holding her in place. With my other hand, I gather herslick and lift it to her pink clit that’s peeking out at me. “Watch. Watch me make you come.”

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