With one hand fisted in her hair, I pulled her neck back, giving myself perfect access, and forced my tongue inside, desperate for another taste of that sweetness I’d gotten last week, the sweetness I’d been dreaming about for the past seven days.
I didn’t take it nice and slow. I didn’t savor. I plundered. I was a man possessed.
Willow let out a muffled yelp when I reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks, giving them a hard squeeze before I jerked her off her feet. She had no choice but to hold on as I swung her around and carried her back into the garage.
The sharp bang of the hood slamming down filled the air, but I barely heard it over the blood rushing through my ears as I dropped her onto it.
The move nearly pulled our lips apart, and the tiny little growl she let out as she fisted the material of my shirt and yanked me back to her before I could get too far away made my dick throb.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I jerked her back down the hood and wedged one of my thighs between her long legs, applying pressure as I rocked her against me. She ripped her mouth from mine and let her head fall back on a needy groan as she took over, riding my thigh all on her own.
She wanted this as badly as I did. I could smell her arousal, feel the heat of it between the layers of our clothes.
“Stone,” she whimpered, wanting something, but not knowing what, or maybe she did and she just wasn’t the type of woman who felt confident enough to demand it.
I was about to change that.
“Say it,” I growled into her ear before nipping at the column of her neck. I kept a firm hand on her ass, urging her to keep rocking, while I dragged my other hand up to cup her perky round tit and give it a squeeze.
“Oh God,” she cried, her coordination thrown off for just a moment at the dual sensations of pleasure.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” Say yes. Please God, I’m begging you, say yes. “You want me to make you explode? I’ll do it, mouse. All you have to do is ask.”
I pulled my face out of her neck and looked down at her. The sight of that bruise would have sent me over the edge into a rage if all the blood that normally fueled my brain wasn’t currently making my cock swell painfully.
“I’ll make it so goddamn good, you’ll see stars.”
“Stone,” she whispered, her hips rolling faster. “Please.”
Christ, she was beautiful like this. Her hair was a tangled mess, half of it falling out of that bun thanks to my ministrations. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils dilated. Her lips were swollen and pink, which made me wonder if her pussy looked the same.
Reaching up, I pulled the elastic from her hair so it would all fall past her shoulders. “Sorry, baby. Not good enough. You have to say the words.” It might have been cruel to make her beg, but I wanted to hear those words drip from her kiss-swollen lips almost as badly as I wanted to fuck her. And, God, did I want to fuck her.
I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I’d wanted a woman more than I wanted Willow. I wanted to fuck her until her muscles gave out and she’d feel me between her thighs for days every time she moved. I wanted to pull those yoga pants down, bend her over the hood of my car, and spank her ass until my handprint turned pink on her ivory skin. Then I wanted to bury myself inside her until she came around me, screaming my name, and pull out to paint those cheeks with my cum, marking her in the most animalistic way.
Her chest hitched on a stuttered breath. “Stone,” she breathed, that sweet voice of hers so quiet. “Make me come.”
That was all it took. My movements were a blur after that, and before I knew it, I had her spread out on the hood of my Chevelle in nothing but a lacy pink bra that held her tits up beautifully, and a matching thong.
If I thought she was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to how she looked right then. She was a goddamn vision. She took my breath away. All that perfect, creamy skin was begging me to defile it.
Dropping to my knees right there at the front of the car, I pulled her farther down the hood until her hair splayed out around her. I’d have given anything to have my phone on me just then so I could snap pictures. There’d never been a more tantalizing, erotic sight in the history of the world than this one.
Palming the insides of her thighs, I spread her legs apart as far as they’d go. The pink of her panties was a bit darker with wetness right over her slit, and the sight of it made my mouth water.
Hooking the material with my index finger, I pulled it aside, getting my first peek at those slick pink lips. Sure enough, they were as swollen and needy as I’d imagined. I was about to fucking devour her.
Her thighs trembled beneath my palms, and I could hear the quick, frantic breaths she was taking just before she pushed up onto her elbows and looked at me with wide eyes. “What-what are you doing?”
The smile that pulled at my lips was downright wicked. “What’s it look like? I’m about to eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”
“I don’t—” Shy, nervous Willow had suddenly made a reappearance, and if anything, that made my dick even harder. “That is, I can’t . . . you know. Not like this.”
Challenge. Fucking. Accepted.
“You can’t come?” I teased, loving the way her skin pinked even brighter with a blush at my crude language. But if the way her eyelids lowered to half-mast and her tongue snuck out to trace her bottom lip was any indication, she loved it when I talked dirty. She nodded, pulling that lip between her teeth to bite down, and I let out a groan. “Then you were with the wrong men because I’m about to get you off so hard you’ll scream my name.”
With that, I dove in, feeling starved. I swiped my tongue the full length of her slit and let out a moan, instantly hooked. She tasted like the sweetest ambrosia, the thickest, richest honey. Using my thumbs to pull her lips apart, I fucked my tongue inside her so I could coat my mouth with that addictive taste.
Heaven. That was what Willow Thorne tasted like. Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
“Oh my—oh God,” she cried as she collapsed back onto the hood. Lifting my gaze so I could enjoy the view while I devoured her, I watched as her back arched and the pads of her fingers dug at the metal, trying to find purchase. “Yes. Stone, yes, baby.”
Jesus, that was the hottest sound I’d ever heard.
She pulled her knees up, bracing her heels on the bumper for leverage so she could grind against my mouth while I traveled higher up and sucked her clit between my lips before flicking it with my tongue.
“Oh!” she yelped, her head shooting up and her eyes widening like she just experienced something for the first time. Those assholes she’d had in her past clearly didn’t appreciate what they had with her if they didn’t do everything in their power to get her off every way imaginable and as many times as possible.
Her hands moved, her fingers tangling in the hair at the top of my head and twisting hard. At the sting in my scalp, my cock twitched, letting me know it wasn’t going to last much longer as Willow wrapped her long legs around my neck and lifted her hips even higher. With her grip on my hair, she held me exactly where she wanted me and rode my face like she’d been born to do this.
That quiet, unassuming woman was a fucking wildcat once she got going. It was just another layer I desperately wanted to peel away in the hopes of discovering what was inside. Nothing about her was what it seemed.