Page 65 of Withholding Nothing

“They can leave a message,” I breathed. She dipped a finger inside herself and removed it, putting it in my mouth.

“Taste it,” she ordered. I obeyed, sucking her finger clean and licking my lips.

“I need more,” I growled, scooting down to bury my head between her legs. I made slow circles around her clit with my tongue. She sighed in pleasure, arching her back as she ground her throbbing sex against my tongue.

“That feels so good,” she whispered, closing her eyes. I gave her a long, slow lick that made her cry out in pleasure.

“I love how you taste, baby,” I replied, my tone lustful and husky. She moaned in response, biting her lip as she continued to move her hips. The bullshit that happened at the bar didn’t even matter anymore. The only thing on my mind was making sure the beautiful woman above me was no longer crying over him as I made her body feel good. I gazed up at her as I suckled her clit, watching her with her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and lips parted as she moaned softly. My name was a whisper on her lips, her hand gripping my head tighter.

She gasped when I slipped two fingers into her, moving them in and out in a rapid pace. “Oh my god,” she panted, her legs quivering. I growled and unlatched my mouth from clit.

“Come for me, baby. I feel you,” I whispered against her skin before continuing my torturous licking. She arched her back and screamed out, shaking and trembling as she came. My tongue flicked against her clit a few more times before I made my way back up, slipping my tongue in her mouth. She groaned as she tasted herself on my lips, her dripping sex throbbing for me.

“That was amazing,” she panted against my lips. I smiled.

“It was, but I’m not done with you yet,” I said, sitting next to her and pulling her on my lap to straddle me. My swollen member throbbed against her pulsing heat. I growled. “You’re so fucking wet, sex kitten.”

“Just for you,” she breathed, lowering herself onto my hard cock. I held her hips in a firm grip as she slowly moved up and down my cock. She moaned and threw her head back, exposing the soft, warm flesh of her neck. I planted wet kisses on her throat, my hands tightly squeezing her ass.

“Ride this cock, baby,” I moaned, giving her ass a firm smack. She cried out and bounced faster on me, clutching my button-up shirt in her hands. I untied the top of her halter dress, releasing her soft breasts. She sighed in pleasure as I took her pink, perky nipple into my mouth. The windows fogged from our heated passion, her hand leaving a print behind whenever she touched the glass to steady herself. I thrust into her in perfect harmony, pulling her down hard with each stroke. Each time she’d tighten her muscles around me, a deep growl would rumble in my chest.

“I love how you fuck me,” she moaned, gripping my shoulders and throwing her head back. I held her tighter and bit her neck.

“Of course you do. This pussy is mine,” I growled.

“Mmm, so possessive. That’s sexy,” she murmured, crashing her mouth into mine. Sweat beaded up on our skin as the windows became so foggy we couldn’t see outside them. Our passion consumed us in a fiery heat; the only thing on our mind was each other.

“Seems like your body wants my cock. Look how wet you are for me, sex kitten,” I growled, planting hot kisses on her chest.

She bounced harder on me, her hands squeezing my shoulders. “It does want it. You feel so fucking good,” she admitted.

“And I feel your greedy little pussy squeezing me, trying to milk my cock of every drop of come I have.” I groaned when she squeezed me, my grip on her ass tightening. “That's it, baby. Keep doing that.”

She continued, her moans and whimpers turning into gasps as she rode me faster and harder. I closed my eyes, welcoming the familiar tingling as I quickly approached another orgasm.

“O’Shea!” she finally screamed when she came, her walls tightening around me. My hands firmly gripped her ass as my warm come filled her, a final groan escaping my lips before my head fell back against the seat. She leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulder, her breasts pressed against my chest as she took deep breaths. I hugged her close to me, gently running my fingers up and down her back.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“Good,” I murmured. “And what the asshole said wasn’t true. You're not a whore. He didn't deserve you anyway and it's his loss. He’ll realize that soon enough.”

She lifted her head and looked at me, confusion and shock hidden in the irises of her eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. I cocked my head to the side.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a frown. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh and an airy giggle.

“I liked it better when you were an asshole,” she said softly.

“What the hell?” I teased. “I know how to be nice, woman.”

“I know, but…it's making it hard to…” she trailed off and shook her head. I took her chin in my hand, bringing her sensual lips to mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she sighed against my lips, making my heart skip a beat. I already had an idea of what the end of her sentence would've been; I felt the same. We’d be kidding ourselves to not admit that we had chemistry. Maybe sex did complicate things, especially when each time made me want to offer my heart on a platter and present it to her. But my mind knew we weren't ready. It was so easy to get caught up in the emotions of sex, but was it all from sex?

I gazed into her hesitant eyes. No, not only sex. I thought about her even when I wasn’t around her. I thought of how she looked at me when she was annoyed, how cute her laugh was, the way she blushed when she was aroused, and even the warmth of her skin.

“Making it hard to not get emotionally involved?” I mentioned softly. Her gaze bored into mine as she nodded.

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