Page 77 of That Pretty Pucking Mouth

I meet his eyes, begging him to not be an asshole. He forces his hands to my pussy and rubs my clit through my jeans. I suck in a breath, determined to not be affected by his touch. His eyes flick to my lips, and instead of kissing me, he slides his fingers on my bottom lip.

“You have a pretty fucking mouth,” he whispers.

I shake my head slightly. It’s not a compliment if it’s not true. “They’re basic. They’re nothing special.”

He circles my lips with his thumb, his gaze darkening. “Dove…” His eyes graze over my features as he presses against my clit. “Shut that pretty fucking mouth and kiss me.”

“Is that a demand?” I ask as he grabs my chin.

I lick my lips, watching him.

The gesture makes a cruel smile break on his face. He leans in closely, his breath on mine. “I want to show you how special they are.”

“What?” I whisper, breathless.

He gently tickles my lips with his breath. I don’t think he’s going to kiss me, not with how much he’s teasing. But I’m dead fucking wrong because his lips smash on mine and his tongue is licking mine.

I gasp, holding onto him.

His kiss is all consuming like drowning and then he starts rubbing my clit again, and I’m breathing. “Thatcher,” I moan, suddenly aware of how much I’m aching for him.

Whispering his name seems to have given him permission to press on. Sooner than I realize, my pants are unbuttoned and his fingers are curled inside of me, making me cry out into his mouth.

“What is mine…is special. What is mine is…never basic, Dove.”

I can’t even think straight, let alone comprehend what he’s trying to say. My body is reveling at his touch. He pulls back to look at me. “Are you going to come already?” he asks in a condescending tone.

I inhale, trying to control my reaction, but when I glance down, I catch myself dancing on his hand. Holy fuck, this feels too good. What the hell is he doing to me? He starts moving his hand faster and suddenly my head is hitting against the headrest and I’m grabbing onto him.

Right when I’m on the brink of explosion, he stops, pulling his hand away. The pleasure turns into a deep ache as I turn to him.

“What––”

He shakes his head, pulling his cock out. I’m taken back by the sight of his length, the girth, the softness to it. I’m throbbing so fucking bad, I want to sit on him and take care of the both of us.

“Me first,” he says, so I reach for him. When I start stroking, he shakes his head. “With that pretty mouth, Dove.”

I look around the parking lot, seeing people walk by. He grabs my chin. “Eyes only on me, Dove. Give me your best shot.”

I stare into his eyes, wondering what he would do if I denied him. Would he force me? Would he take me the chamber to punish me?

“Spit on it,” he mutters, rubbing my lips with his fingers.

I start salivating at the command, and then I drop spit onto his dick. I glance at him for approval, and his pupils are dilated, waiting for my next move.

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rub the spit over his dick and then I suck him into my mouth. I close my throat, making it tighter for him as I force myself down. But he’s too big to fit.

He holds my neck with his hands, making a faint groan when I take him all the way to the back of my throat again.

“Just like that, Dove.” He bucks his hips, thrusting into my mouth.

I continue to suck him off and then I pull away to kiss his lips.

“Finger me again,” I ask, whispering against him. The request is simple, yet I think he’s going to deny me.

He flicks his head. “Get in the backseat.”

“What?” I ask, looking at the back and then the windshield.

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