Page 97 of Hot Shot

She’s already slinking down to her stomach and toward my lap. I clutch the wheel with my left hand so my right can sweep her hair away from her face and over her shoulder so I can see her. When she reaches for my belt, my hips jerk.

“Baby, I’m not gonna be much work,” I rasp as she undoes the buckle.

“I don’t care. I just want your cock in my face.”

I laugh, cupping the back of her head while she unbuttons, then unzips my pants. With a thumb, I hitch my hips to tug my jeans down enough that she can get to my cock, and when she pulls the band of my underwear down, it springs free like a fucking jack-in-the-box.

The noise I make is somewhere between relief and a plea. I hear her gasp, and for a moment, my flushed cock bobs in front of her face. I can feel her breath against my desperate head. Her hand wraps around my base, and I hiss, the pressure too high. Her lips graze my crown, and I nearly come, the hot tingle low in my belly spreading fast. I thank fuck I live close as I turn down my street.

“Cass,” I breathe, fisting the hair at her nape.

With a moan, she licks the aching tip of me. Kisses and sucks as I speed into the driveway and slam on the brakes. When she looks up at me and lowers her head, I watch myself disappear into her.

In the soft heat of her mouth, I come for what feels like ages, my foot still on the brake and the other braced so hard, my ass lifts off the seat. On the orgasm goes, pumping into her as she moans and works my tip. I’m going to black out, I’m certain, and somehow manage to put the truck in park before I kill us both. I hold her head, fuck her mouth for a moment longer, and then guide her to let me go so she can come to me.

And she does, lips first. I taste the salt of my seed and the sweetness of her as she climbs into my lap. Her pussy is wet against my shaft, which gives no indication of giving up the fight.

“I need you inside of me,” she says between kisses, her hips grinding and shifting to put my cock against her clit.

I growl into her throat and open the door, my arm around her waist tightening as I turn and slide out. Her legs wrap around my waist as I kick the door shut, wondering if I can get her all the way to bed before granting her wish.

I care less and less with every step.

CHAPTER 37

JUST LIKE THAT

CASS

Iam a wild, feral thing, wiggling against the shaft of Wilder’s cock where it’s nestled between my pussy lips. I have no idea where we are exactly—my eyes are squeezed shut, and what attention isn’t on his hot cock is on our lips. My hands are splayed on each side of his face, mouths a seam, open wide, tongues deep. I hear the truck door shut, feel when he lets one ass cheek go so he can open the side door, then the slam when he kicks it shut again.

It isn’t until my bare ass hits the island countertop that I open my heavy lids. The room is dark but for the shafts of moonlight slanting in from the windows. Wilder is everywhere. His lips trail down my neck, his hips between my thighs, and I shift, whimpering, hoping to catch the tip. But still, he denies me, working his way down my chest to the neckline of my dress.

“Too many buttons,” he murmurs. And then, just like with my tights, he fists the fabric and pulls. Buttons fly off, pinging against the tile, my breasts jostling from the force before spilling out of the fabric.

His groan sends a hungry flex to my pussy.

“My dress,” I mutter halfheartedly.

“Fuck the dress,” he says, making his way up my body, cupping one breast, breath hot against my skin. “I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you a fucking closet’s worth.”

When he draws my nipple into his mouth, it’s my turn to groan. His tongue flicks, his teeth grazing the tip—my hips twitch and flex from the contact.

“Please,” I moan, my hands scrabbling for his cock.

The motherfucker lets me go instead and steps back.

I reel, lust drunk and blinking. He’s cast in shadows, his brows low and chest heaving, his eyes drinking me in, from my tangled hair to my swollen lips, down to the ruins of my dress, my heavy breasts with their pebbled tips. My legs are still spread, and I can’t even imagine what my tights look like or how they frame my pussy. By the way he licks his lips, I imagine it’s quite the view.

This is confirmed when he fists his cock and strokes.

“Go get in bed, wife.”

The words are fire, eating up all the air. Breathlessly, I slide off the counter, but when my boots hit the ground, my knees almost give out. As I walk to the bedroom, I undo enough buttons that what’s left of my dress slides off my hips and down my legs. When I step over it, I offer Wilder a look, thinking I’m sly. But he’s stalking behind me, his cock still in hand, and I realize that I have no power here. It all belongs to him.

Doesn’t mean I can’t tease him a little though.

I crawl onto the bed and stay just like that—on all fours, bare pussy pointed right at him.

---