Page 95 of Chasing the Wild
A groan escapes me. “How fucking wet are you right now?”
Layla squeezes her thighs together and licks her lips. “Why don’t you come over here and find out for yourself?”
“You wanna get dirty in my truck, sweetheart? If you’re gonna sit there wearing my hat, teasing me with promises of getting inside your sweet cunt, then you better damn well show me.”
Layla makes a soft little noise and unbuttons her jeans, shoving her hand down the front of her panties as my greedy eyes devour the way she writhes in my passenger seat.
“That’s it. Drag your fingers through your soaked pussy. You’re drenched, aren’t you?”
My girl lets out a tiny whimper as her fingers find her clit, and I click my tongue. “No relieving that ache, not yet. Be a good girl and let me see.” She pulls her hand back out, and I can see the sheen coating her delicate fingertips. Shit. My dick throbs, and I want to snatch her hand and suck down on her sweetness, but my girl is keen to play, and I know what will get her even more riled up.
“Taste yourself,” I command. And ever the fucking good girl she is, her fingers pop into her mouth and she hums out a horny little noise. Flushed lips form an O around her knuckles, and I’m imagining that exact expression when her soft little tongue swirls along my length. Damn, I love the way my girl chokes on my cock like a dream, made intensely and maddeningly hotter anytime she does because I know just how soaked she gets, without fail, whenever my dick is in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Dripping all over my seat because you’re desperate for me to fill you up.”
She whimpers around her fingers.
“Maybe I’ll keep you on edge. Make you wait.” I have zero intention of doing that, but it’s fun to toy with her. She gets extra fucking turned on whenever I get growly like this.
But today, it seems, Layla has other games in mind. She hits me with a sultry gaze, then starts climbing into the back. Giving me the most enticing fucking view of her ass as she does so. “I guess I’ll have to show you what you’re missing, hmm?”
At first I don’t move—can’t for whatever reason. I’m still caught in a snare of disbelief that we’ve been given more time, while also feeling like I’m going to suddenly wake up and this will all be ripped away from me.
There’s a stunning girl, panting and wet for me, in the backseat of my truck, and my blood turns to fire.
Giving her a stern look, one that tells her in no uncertain terms that I’m not planning on missing a single part of this, I climb in after her—because that’s what I do. I follow this girl wherever she fucking goes, and I don’t want her venturing anywhere without me. I can’t think about it too much—about what comes after all of this because I’m going to drive myself insane if I allow that floodgate to open.
So, for now, I’m shoving it all to one side, like an absolute fool.
“Please, I want to feel you inside me…please.” As she begs, I take in the image before me. One hand wedged down the front of her jeans, back braced against the door, my hat perched on her head, and it’s the hottest fucking sight I’ve ever seen. I’m leaking, throbbing in anticipation of getting inside her, but it’s too goddamn cold out here to strip naked, even with the heat blasting.
Wrapping a palm around each of her thighs, I kneel, kind of hunched over in front of her. Devouring every single movement of her fingers beneath the fabric, every moan dripping past her lips. “Baby, how’s this going to work out here? As much as it killsme to say this because holy fuck, I want to, I can’t strip you out of those jeans.”
She bites her lip.
“I know…”
Pulling her hand away, she tugs the waistband looser, shimmying the material over the swell of her hips. “You know I love how deep you get when you’re behind me. Imagine how good it’ll feel.”
The backseat of my truck has become hotter than the surface of the sun.
“Jesus, I want you naked and in my lap… want you riding me so fucking bad right now, so I can suck on your tits while you come all over my cock.”
“Well, I want to be bent over in the back seat while you fuck me so good I forget my name, cowboy.”
“Christ, sweetheart.” Heart thundering, my neck heats, and I scrub a hand over my jaw. “Such filthy fucking words for such a pretty little mouth.”
“Please.”
Mossy green eyes mixed with that sultry word, that moment of pleading with me, well, that flips a goddamn switch. Hearing her say those words and give permission for this is too fucking tempting. She’s too tempting for me. Even though there’s absolutely no way I should be allowed this girl, or to be given the gift of her playfulness and sweetness and submission. She gives it to me anyway, and fuck if that doesn’t light a fuse inside my chest.
Words are coming out before I’m able to stop them.
“You want my cock filling you up and a mouthful of that leather seat while I rail you from behind?”
“Oh god.Oh god. Yes.” Layla twists around, my hat knocks off her head and lands in the footwell as she repositions herself. She’s on her knees, ass facing me, looking like a filthy dreambrought to life with her jeans stretched tight part way down her thighs.
“Do you want to be a dirty little cowboy cum slut for me?” My knuckle traces up the center of her. Finding the drenched patch on her panties and rubbing over the spot, before my fingers slip under the edge.
