Chapter Nineteen #3
Well, shit. She hadn’t taken three before.
It wasn’t unrealistic, considering how perfectly she molded around my dick, but that involved more foreplay, even on our lunch break quickies.
Nevertheless, I folded down my thumb and pinky and ran three fingertips along the edge of her entrance. It would be a tight fucking fit.
I glanced back up to see if there was even a flicker of doubt in her mind, but Addie was completely transfixed by my hand on her.
Her pussy fluttered around me as I pushed forward, clenching and unclenching, down to the first knuckle.
My balls strained; my memories filled with the feeling of her milking my dick like this.
Maybe I should have pumped in and out a few times to get her wetter.
Could have made her suck on my fingers and cover them in saliva before pushing them into her.
Instead, I watched, hypnotized by how hard her muscles worked to accommodate me, how she stretched wider and wider around my fingers even though she felt impossibly tight, how she twitched and writhed when we passed the second knuckle and my rings disappeared inside her.
She welcomed every inch of my fingers down to the base.
And something primal inside me got off on the view of her pussy stretching around my hand.
“God, you took that so well, baby,” I whispered.
All I got in response was a quiet moan and a squeeze of her walls.
“Does it feel good? You like me inside you?”
“Yeah,” she gasped, clenching again.
“Do you feel my rings?”
She nodded frantically, curls bouncing.
I pulled my hand back, just enough for the rings to slide out, covered in her creamy arousal. I thrust back in with my fingers fanned out a little, stretching her even wider.
Adriana cried out, her head dropping back and her hips rocking forward.
“So fucking beautiful.”
She whimpered at the words as if they were another thrust. She lapped up praise like touch.
On the next one, I pulled out almost completely, and when I slammed into her again, she screamed and slapped her hand against the roof of the car, giving herself the leverage to meet my hand on the next thrust.
“Not yet,” I said and pulled my hand away.
“Hey! I was enjoying—” Addie started to protest, but I silenced her by pushing her knees wider and ripping that tiny thong off her.
“Baby, you’re dripping on me.” A small stain had formed on my jeans beneath her. “What a fucking waste.”
I slid both hands up her thighs, spread her puffy lips, caught the wetness from her entrance and coated every inch of her in her own arousal.
Every twitch and sigh spurred me on. I played with her.
Sank one or two or three of my fingers deep into her welcoming heat, only to pull out and watch her clench around nothing.
Ran my index along the length of her slit and over her clit without stopping to give her the sweet pressure of release.
Hooked both thumbs into her entrance to spread her wide open, just to let her squirm and wiggle when nothing but air filled that needy hole.
And I kept telling her how beautiful she was, how I couldn’t wait to see her fall apart, how good she was doing getting so wet and ready for me.
Until her thick and heady scent filled the car and Addie’s legs jerked around my hips with every little touch.
“Don’t move,” I warned as I drew my hands back. Her whimper was almost enough to keep me going. Instead, I braced an elbow against the backrest and flipped the lever to level the seat horizontally.
Addie breathed hard, her hips gyrating over me in slow, excruciating circles. So impatient to find her release. Making a mess of my jeans. It was the hottest thing I’d been lucky enough to witness, and I was rock solid beneath her.
“I want you to hold on to this handle for me.” I pointed at the one above the passenger door behind me.
Addie followed my command without questioning.
One hand on my shoulder, she leaned in until she could grab the handle.
It brought her perfect round tits right to my face.
I shamelessly bit into the soft flesh. She squealed, her knees faltering for just a second.
It was just the moment I needed. I hooked my arms under her thighs and hoisted her up.
At the same time, I slid a few inches lower in my seat.
“What the fuck,” she gasped, nails sinking into my shoulder, then grasping at my scalp.
Before she had the chance to question where her limbs were even supposed to go, I had her propped up on my shoulders, knees digging into the leather by my head, thighs around my face. This way, she had enough leverage to balance herself, control how much of this she wanted to give me.
I kept the bottom half of her dress bunched up in my fist.
God, up close, she smelled fucking delicious.
Instead of burying my face in her like I wanted to—fuck, I wanted to—I kissed the high curve of her thigh. “Are you going to sit down for me, Addie baby?”
“Fuck, Brooks, do you have a death wish? I’m going to smother you.”
“Sounds like a good way to go.”
She let out a breathy laugh. “I’m serious.”
“I just lifted you onto my face, you think I couldn’t lift you off if I had to?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
I doubted any of her reasons were true. She was, once again, trying to get out of a situation that she—consciously or subconsciously—registered as either a debt to be repaid, or something that would make her a burden. Even though I had offered. Even though I was starving for a single taste.
I tried switching gears. Patience and reason didn’t seem to win against her trust issues tonight.
Arms curled around her thighs, I let my hands slide back up between them, and I pulled her wide open for me, revealing all the bright red glistening skin between her folds. She gasped, but still didn’t lower herself.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I groaned. My dick was hot and straining against the inside of my jeans, but I didn’t care about myself right now. I cared about the way Addie’s muscles tightened around nothing at a single praise.
I craned my neck up, flattened my tongue against her, and moaned under her when her bittersweet taste filled my mouth. I gave her one languid stroke up her slit, then settled back. “God, you’re delicious. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“Brooks.” Her voice was caught somewhere between a moan and a little giggle. Good.
“I’m addicted to your taste. You don’t think I spent the last three years wondering if I’d ever get another opportunity to do this?
Without rude interruption? I’ve had literal dreams of your thighs clamped around my face.
Now that I know how you taste when you come, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. ”
Her fingers tightened in my hair, her hips swaying.
“Sit. Down. Adriana.” I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit, and with that, she finally let go.
Her weight came down around me and my senses flooded with her.
She was pressing, squeezing, letting me feel with every muscle twitch how much she wanted me.
The unmistakable scent of her arousal. The taste of her—god, the taste—exploding on my tongue as I quenched my parching thirst.
The view was just as good. Watching her stomach tremble with every moan, her chest bounce as she worked herself into a frenzy, her face contort as complete pleasure took over. She was fucking mesmerizing.
Addie climbed higher and higher, and dropped into her orgasm in free fall.
She grasped at my hair. Gasps and whimpers rocked through her lungs.
She squeezed my face between her thighs and clamped down on my tongue inside her.
And as her legs shook too much to keep her from toppling, I tucked her ankles onto my chest and steadied her hips, allowing her to let go without actually falling.
Trembling through her aftershocks, Addie dropped her weight into my hands, and I carefully let her slide down my body until she was back in my lap.
“Good job,” I whispered, smoothing some curls away from her glistening face.
She blinked up at me, eyes glassy, cheeks red. “Thank you.”