Chapter 8
Pulling away slightly, he rested his forehead against mine. Even though the kiss had been brief, I felt it everywhere. Opening my eyes slowly, I met his heated gaze.
“You didn’t overstep,” he uttered.
“You got quiet and then wanted to leave,” I whispered against his lips. “I thought it was because I said something wrong.”
“No. Not at all.” He sat in the cargo space and pulled me between his opened legs.
With him seated, we were eye to eye. “What you said just … The way you see me … that’s not something I’m used to, and it just…
” He licked his lips. Placing his huge hands on my cheeks, he searched my face. “And I was trying not to kiss you.”
“Why?”
“Because you seem like a good girl. I know you’ve been through some shit.
And I didn’t want to rush you or make you uncomfortable.
” His hands ran from my cheeks down my neck, over my shoulders, and down my arms until we were holding hands.
“I want to spend more time with you. I’m feeling you, and I’m not trying to fuck this up. ”
I moved closer so my body was flush against his. He put his hands on my hips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our noses were an inch apart.
“And you thought kissing me would fuck this up?” I murmured.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, because I knew if I started kissing you, I wasn’t going to want to stop.”
My heart thumped in my chest as we stared into each other’s eyes.
So, when I lowered my head, I made sure my lips were against his as I spoke. “Then don’t stop.”
All the air left my body when his lips seductively covered mine.
The kiss earlier had been quick, soft, earnest. It had made my stomach flutter.
But the slow, sensual, knowing way in which his mouth moved over mine now got me wet.
I grabbed the collar of his T-shirt as his kiss swept through my body.
His hands slipped from my hips to my ass, and a chill ran up and down my spine. When he leaned back slightly, pulling me onto him, I felt his erection. And as our kiss deepened and our tongues met, I found myself attempting to climb into his lap.
Something within me snapped.
The combination of our passion, our conversation, our chemistry, and that bulge in his shorts had me ready to give myself to him. I was so shocked by the realization that I pulled away.
“I see what you meant earlier,” I said breathlessly.
Still cupping my ass, he kept me pinned to him. “Which part?”
“About not wanting to stop.”
“Then we should get out of here.” His lips pulled into a slow seductive smile. “Because right now, all I want to do is tie you up, stretch you out, and bury myself deep inside you. I want to make you come … loudly … and repeatedly.”
His words hardened my nipples, and I swallowed hard.
The good sense I’d been born with, that I’d cultivated through adulthood, left me as I stared into his eyes. “I want that, too,” I told him.
“What?”
“All of it. I want everything you want.” I loosened my grip on his shirt and allowed my hand to travel between us, moving down his firm chest and over his soft midsection.
Holding my gaze, he licked his lips. “Jazmyn, I want to know what you sound like when you come.”
I moved my hand to the bulge that was straining against his shorts. “And I want you to make me come so you can hear me.”
His eyes closed momentarily. “Jazz…”
The sexy way he dragged my name out made my toes curl.
“I like you,” he said roughly. “I don’t want to rush anything and mess up what we have going on. But if you don’t stop touching me, I’m going to bend you over right now and make you come on my dick.”
“I like you.” Bringing our faces closer, I squeezed his erection. “And I want to come on your dick … I need it.”
His mouth covered mine before the sentence had completely left me. We kissed with reckless abandon. Our hands were all over each other. I wanted him so bad that I was starting to lose control. The only thing I could think about was what it would feel like to be with him.
Breaking the kiss, I created enough space between us to be able to unzip his shorts.
His eyes dropped and watched me as I slipped my hand into his boxer briefs and wrapped my hand around his girthy dick. My eyes widened as I realized how big he was. And when I pulled it free, I sucked in a sharp breath.
Ohmigod …
Long, thick, hard, with a slight curve to the right. I was staring at a work of art.
When our eyes met, there was so much intensity in his gaze that I froze.
He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed his lips into mine. The force combined with his grip did something to me. I started stroking him, and he groaned into my mouth. Then he broke the kiss and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. The moment I saw the condom, another chill ran down my spine.
Once Lamar covered his nine-inch masterpiece with latex, he leaned forward. He bit one nipple through my dress and then the other. The wet heat from his mouth felt so good that my entire lower body clenched.
As he alternated between biting and sucking one breast and the other, he reached under my dress and tugged down my thong.
“Lift,” he commanded, helping me out of the garment. “Now this leg.”
He stuffed it into his pocket, and then he turned me around.
Trembling, I stared at the river. “Do you think they can see us?”
We were more hidden than we had been when we’d sat on the riverbank. Trees obstructed the view, and the angle felt like we couldn’t be seen. But none of that mattered to me when his lips brushed my shoulder. He started kissing my skin, traveling up my neck.
With his lips pressed against the shell of my ear, he whispered, “I don’t know if anyone can see us.
” Lifting the back of my dress slowly, he nibbled on my earlobe.
“But if you’ll feel more comfortable, we can slide over to that tree.
Or I could bend you over in the trunk. Or I can make it look like you’re sitting in my lap.
Either way, they’re not going to be able to see anything.
I’m going to keep you covered. I’m going to keep you protected. ”
His voice was low, controlled, and sexy.
“Is that okay with you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Honestly, at that point, I didn’t care who saw or heard anything. I just wanted Lamar.
“Step forward and spread your legs,” he whispered. “Put your hands on your knees.”
I followed directions.
He gripped my hips firmly. “You’re beautiful”—he kissed my left ass cheek—“and thick”—he kissed the other ass cheek—“and so fucking sexy.”
Without warning, he licked my slit.
I gasped.
His tongue, wide and flat, skated over my sensitive flesh. My eyes shut tight, my legs locked, and I let out the loudest moan. His tongue massaged my clit, and my entire body started buzzing.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned into my pussy.
“Yeah,” I whimpered, trying to ride his face.
He stood and quickly spun me around. I had my hands in the cargo space and Lamar’s body right behind me. My skirt was up, my ass was exposed, but as soon as I felt his dick playing with me, being filled by him was the only thing that mattered.
“Ohmigod,” I exhaled.
I felt the pressure of his head at my opening, and even though it was just the tip, the way his dick split me in two caused the air to leave my lungs.
“Lamar, please,” I begged.
The anticipation to have him fully inside me was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My heart pounded in my chest.
“You can’t say my name like that,” he uttered with a firm grip on my hips. “Do you know how fucking sexy you sound?”
The way the thickness of his head parted me had me ready to break down. I was shaking with desire. I tried to push my hips back, but he was in control.
“Please,” I moaned. “Lamar, please.”
He let out a guttural growl, and his fingers dug into my bare skin. “And that ‘please.’”
The quivering in my belly and the desire that raced through my veins almost forced me to collapse.
I throbbed for him.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He let out a long, heavy breath. “And tight.” He slid a few more inches in me. “I wish I could strip you, taste you, and fuck you properly.”
“Ohmigod, ohmigooooooooooooooooooooooood.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you come all over this dick.” He gave me another couple of inches. “I’m going to take good care of this pussy.”
“Please do,” I moaned.
“Say ‘please’ again. I love how it sounds coming out of your mouth.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease,” I moaned, just as he completely filled me up.
“Fuck…” He sucked in a sharp breath and then let it out shakily. “That’s a tight fit. You good?”
“Yesssssssssssssss! God, yes.”
“I love the way you’re gripping me.” Pulling almost all the way out, he took his time sliding back in. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
“Lamar,” I cried, feeling my orgasm building. “You’re so deep. Please don’t stop. Please!”
“I won’t stop until you tell me to.” He pulled out and then buried himself inside me again, filling me up. “I won’t stop until this pussy can’t take it anymore.”
Moaning loudly, I was in heaven.
“Yeah, get loud for me, just like that,” he uttered as he started sliding in and out of me. “I love the way you sound as you’re taking this dick.”
“Lamar…” My eyes shut tight as I quivered with want. “Shit…”
“I’m glad you can handle me, Jazzy. I’m glad you can take all this dick. Because there’s nothing I want more than to make you come.”
His words intensified his strokes, and I shuddered.
“La-Lamar, you’re going to make me scream, and someone is going to hear us.” I panted, trying not to be even more turned on by the prospect.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want everyone on the other side of the river to hear you come on my dick?” He grabbed my hips as he picked up the pace.
My walls clenched, and heat spread throughout my entire body.
“Oh shit, that’s a yes?” he groaned. “It’s okay, Jazzy, I want it, too. I want them to hear how well you take this dick. I want them to know it’s me making you moan like this.”