Page 70 of Stay With Me
The warmth of his breath has me lifting my hips, desperately seeking his touch.
“You want me to taste your pussy? Make you scream my name while you come?”
“No, I’m panting like a dog for funsies.”
He barks out a laugh, shaking his head at me. “Then say it, Sunny. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Bury your face between my legs until I’m close to passin’ out from lack of oxygen. But don’t stop until I’m coming all over your lips.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses, blinking up at me. “That goddamn dirty mouth of yours.”
I shamelessly lift a shoulder. “You shoulda known what you were gettin’ into.”
He stretches his body over mine and leans down until he’s half an inch from my mouth. “Hope you also know what you got yourself into, sweetheart. Because I’ve spent years fantasizin’ about tastin’ your sweet cunt, and I ain’t stoppin’ until every inch of you is shakin’ beneath me.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his promise. I’m already breathing hard, and he hasn’t even started yet.
Tripp repositions himself, lifts one leg up to rest on the back of the seat, and thenfinallycovers my pussy with his hot mouth.
His tongue laps at me in between sucking my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me. The roughness of his facial hair scratches my bare skin and the sensation of it all drives me wild.
“Yes, right there. Oh my God.” I arch my back and squeeze around his digits when he slides back inside.
My hand finds the top of his head, and I pull at his hair while he tightly grips my hip. His movements drive me closer to the edge, which seems impossible because I never come this fast. Even when I do it myself, it takes more effort and time. But Tripp’s tongue lapping on my clit as he twists his wrist over and over is the perfect rhythm to set me off.
“Shit, I’m so close. Don’t stop,” I pant out in harsh breaths.
He slides his hand underneath my ass, lifts my hips, and then slams his fingers against my G-spot.
“Tripp! My…I’m—” The complete lack of oxygen makes my words come out inaudibly as a wave of pleasure hits me so damn hard, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and white stars take over my vision.
But then I feel it.
Wetness pools between my thighs as I squirt around his fingers that continue to thrust in and out of me.
My God.That’s never happened before.
“Holy shit, did I just…” I stammer out as I attempt to blink away the static in my eyes.
Tripp clamps his lips down on my clit again and the sensation is too intense to handle.
“I can’t…” I thrash my arms to grab his head, but he remains a statue as he pushes my thighs apart. “Tripp, it’s too much!”
He shakes his head, and my body caves into the second wave of pleasure that has me unraveling once again.
Harsh breathing resounds within his truck as he finally climbs up my body and brushes his hand over my cheek. “That’s now beat out first place for the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. And I’m pretty sureIwin now.”
I pant out a laugh. “I hate you.”
“Your pussy doesn’t.” He cups my chin and kisses my half-open mouth. “Next time, you’ll be bent over so I can eat you from behind and bury my face in your ass.”
Is it possible to squirt a second time from only his words?
Because I’m pretty sure I just did.
Chapter Fifteen
Tripp
