Page 89 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part One

“Are you ready?” I say, my voice thick and husky, ready to taste her. She turns around, all flustered and nervous. My smile grows.

“For what?”

A sinister element intertwines into the smile waiting on her lips, and I know she’s ready. Good, because I can’t wait much longer.

I kiss her deep and hard—desperate—and when she moans into me, I press her back into the seat. “Sit.”

“What?”

“I said sit. Don’t worry, we’ll make it inside, eventually. I just want this right now.”

“Riggs, it’s the middle of the night and we’re in a public parking lot,” she protests, her voice pitching a couple levels higher than normal.

“Do I hear someone chickening out?” I challenge with a sly grin. I rub my hands up the length of her toned arms, feathering my fingers over her neck. She melts into me, going boneless as her knees buckle. Gripping her ass, I lift her into the seat and she spreads her thighs to welcome me in.

I place ardent kisses down her neck, between her tits, and over her stomach. Without wasting time or teasing her too much, because let’s be honest, at this point that’s teasing me, I release the button on her jeans and she lifts so I can slide them down. She’s wearing a red silky thong that is cupping her pussy, and she must have been imagining this on the way over because the swatch of fabric is damp—ready for me. I can’t stop myself from licking my lips and imagining how sweet her desire tastes.

“Riggs…” She glances around, anxious, worrying over her lip but there is an undercurrent of excitement looming in her eyes.

“You’re my Outlaw for a reason, right? Don’t worry, we’re not gonna get caught.” I place a kiss at the hem of her panties and she whimpers, tilting her hips. She fucking wants this and knowing anyone could come by at any time has me, surprisingly, so turned on I have to shift in my jeans. “Besides, everyone in this complex is likely high out of their fucking minds with no clue that it’s even nighttime. Sit back, relax, and come for me, okay?”

“Fuck, Riggs,” she drawls, already in a daze. I run my knuckles over her pussy and she pushes up into my hand. A groan rumbles in my chest. She’s perfect.

Slipping my finger under the side of the red fabric, I glide over her slickness. She shivers and jolts. She’s so wet I can’t stand it. Her hips rock, her legs drawing out and up.

Needing more access, I back up and pull her heels off, then guide her pants down further. With them out of the way, I place my palms under her knees and ease her legs wide. I bend down and pass my nose up her clothed slit, inhaling her sweet scent. My cock twitches, annoyed with its restraints. I can resist, though. I’m all for taking my time and giving her just what she needs. She deserves it if she is going to put up with me. I’ll fucking worship her, make up for everything I’ve done and everything I will do in the future.

Future.What a funny word—foreign.

I release her thighs and grab the hem of her panties with my teeth to slide them down. Before she can get comfortable, my hands are back on her legs, spreading her wide once again, letting me see how wet and ready she is for me.So fucking perfect. God, I’ve never wanted to taste a woman more than I’ve wanted this one, laying open, waiting under the soft glow of the street lamps.

She wants me. I’ll never fully accept it, but I’m going to try. I’m going to try to give her what she wants because for anyone to want anything from me, they deserve for me to give it my all. And I will for as long as she’ll have me.

I kiss down her thighs, nipping the crease, and she yelps, squirming in my grasp. She rocks her hips again. I kiss her just left of her pussy, eliciting a panting moan out of her. Her breathing is ragged, her chest filling and collapsing so desperately she might hyperventilate if I don’t give her what she wants.What I want.

“Relax, beautiful.” She lifts her head and gives me those stunning honeyed eyes. I’m locked in a trance, watching her tits rise and fall, the perfect globes beneath her shirt dipping in and out of my view. She’s pouting, looking from me to her core. Her hand comes to my cheek and I kiss her palm before I dive in.

She releases a cry so raw, so untethered, it’s primal and fucking sexy. I’ve never seen a more natural response to something. It’s surreal, mind blowing how much she wants me. I don’t get it. I don’t even get how I deserve someone like her.

My instinct is to fight it—to save her from me—even now when I’m licking her, sucking her, kissing her, entering her. But I won’t. I won’t fight her. A chance is all she’s asking for. I can give that to her, right? I deserve something good… right?

My thoughts have me so wrapped up that I don’t notice I’ve stopped, my mouth hovering just above her. Breath is whooshing in and out of my lungs and panic is creeping in. What the fuck am I doing? Eating her out right now? This is ridiculous… She should be far away from me.

“Riggs,” she says calmly, too calmly for what we are doing right now, “you’re leaving me hanging on an edge here.” She gives me a sexy little wiggle of her hips and my eyes snap to hers. I clear my throat, blinking myself back to our reality and pushing away the idea of it being too good to be true.

“I’ll take care of that for you.” A sin-drenched smile laces her lips and her head falls back on the center console as I eat her. Whimpering, she combs her fingers through my hair and tugs. The pain on my sensitive scalp grounds me, bringing me down from the smokey haze I’m in and making me focus solely on her, the way she tastes, the way she moves, those haunting fucking cries falling from those lips. Lips that aremine.

It doesn’t take long for her sounds to get more frequent, her breaths heavier, her moments more frantic.

“Riggs,” she whines. “Riggs…” I hum against her pussy and she shivers, then explodes. Her head jerks up as she comes, her eyes searching mine. We lock gazes for a moment before her eyes roll back in her head and her body locks so tight I might have to pour hot water on her to get her to soften when we’re finished.

I slow my movements, watching as she settles back into the seat, relaxing and loosening her grip on my hair.

“Outlaw, fuck. You are so delicious and when you come... Shit. It’s perfect.”

“Thank you, but I have to say that if we continue, I’d like somewhere a little more comfortable.”

“What, taking you in the front seat of your SUV isn’t good enough?”

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