Page 39 of Beneath the Blue Moon
This time, I take him as far as he can go, pulling back onlywhen my gag reflex kicks in.I concentrate on the head as I stroke him withboth hands.He moans, and I notice the truck has slowed to a snail’s pace.Icontinue stroking him while I push his shirt up and kiss along his treasuretrail, dipping my tongue into his navel.His muscles jump beneath my touch, andhis breaths are coming in short bursts.I move back to his beautiful dick,sliding my lips up and down his generous length, simultaneously sucking.Hetastes amazing, and I love the feel of him against my tongue.
He grabs a handful of my hair, guiding my movements.I letout a long moan and shift my position, moving to my knees.I’m so turned on; it’snot even funny.I undo the button and zipper on my jeans and reach in to playwith my clit.
“Don’t!”
That sounded like more of a growl than a word.Removing myhand, I focus on him.I suck as hard as I can, making sure my tongue neverstays still.He grabs my head with both hands and jerks his hips up.
“Casey!”
I feel the warmth of his cum shooting down my throat.Unableto do anything else, I relax and let it trickle down.I’ve swallowed before,but always with a cringe.With him, it’s different.I don’t even know why.Whenhe releases his hold on me, I let him slip out of my mouth and peek up at himwith a smile.
“Yum.”
“Minx.”
He pulls off the road and shifts into park, a determinedexpression on his face.It’s back, the do-as-I-say look.He stares down at myjeans in annoyance and barks an order.
“Take them off.”
I kick off my shoes and wiggle out of my jeans, wishing I’dworn a skirt tonight.He grabs the lever beneath the seat and when it slidesback, he looks pointedly at his lap.
“Now, come here.”
I scramble on top of him.Finally!This is the momentI’ve been waiting for.As I straddle his hips, I find he’s already hard again.I flutter my lids at him and place my index finger on my bottom lip.
“Whatever are you going to do with me, Sheriff?”
“What I should have done a long time ago.”
He grabs the tiny straps of my thong, snapping it from mywaist, and the scrap of material gets tossed carelessly behind him.While hisright hand unbuttons my top, he reaches between us with his left and strokes myclit.I move against his fingers, helping him to quickly discard the pesky top.Before I can reach around and undo the clasp on my bra, he pushes the lacymaterial up and over my breasts.He slips his finger inside me, closing hismouth around my nipple at the same time.
“Oh, God!”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,please.”
He lifts me effortlessly and slowly lowers me onto his dick.As he slides inside me, I grab his shoulders, short bursts of sounds leaving mylips.I flinch at the invasion but welcome the discomfort.Once he’s completelyburied inside me, he sinks his fingers into my hips.He feels so good—so bigand hard and wonderfullymine.
“Casey… Fuck.”
I move against him, my hips undulating to the ragged beat ofmy breathing.He adjusts the back of his seat so he’s in more of a lyingposition.I lean over him, splaying my hands on his hard chest, wishing hisshirt wasn’t in the way.His hands slide up my sides to cup my breasts, thepads of his thumbs brushing against my aching nipples.I attack his lips, sendingmy tongue to battle with his.He tastes like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, andhis touch is like nothing I’ve ever felt.He makes mefeellike I’venever felt before.I whimper as his hands slide over my ass, squeezing hard.Hepulls back, intensely staring into my eyes.
“Come for me, Casey.Now.”
I shake my head stubbornly.“No!”
Who does he think he is?He can’t tell me when to come.I’m not ready yet, damn it!
“Now.”
Okay… Maybe I am.He pulls me down on him, and my whole bodybegins to shake.My muscles spasm wildly around him, and he growls, a low,steady rumble coming from his chest.I throw my head back, waiting for theseemingly never-ending tremors to subside.I think my eyes roll back into myhead and my toes curl.This is more than an orgasm—it’s a flat-out combustion!Evenmy eyelids feel like they’re on fire.Forget the Richter scale; we’re talking totaldestruction here.
“Fuck!”I exclaim when I finally stop shaking.“You reallytake your job seriously, huh?”
“No one can call me a slacker.”
He shifts and suddenly I’m on my back across the middle andpassenger seats, beneath him.He thrusts into me slowly and deeply, making mewant to cry tears of joy.I’m sorry I ever doubted him.He must have studied underthe gods themselves.He goes deeper and deeper, burying his face in my neck.Ifist my hands in his hair as I writhe beneath him.
