all over, his dick pressing against her stomach made her wish she was taller, wanting to feel him pressing against her center. She figured as primed as she was already she’d come in a heartbeat or two.
Jett reached into the back of the car, grabbing a blanket out of the backseat. Taryn raised her eyebrows as he placed it over the hood of the Road Runner. “Trust me,” he murmured, then bent and lifted her up onto the hood.
She was grateful he’d had the forethought to protect her bare ass from the hot metal. The last thing she needed was a burned backside, and then she wasn’t thinking as he was kissing her again.
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H is hands wanted to discover for himself just how wet Taryn actually was. She’d driven him crazy during the fifteen minutes it had taken them to get up the winding road, leading them away from his home. He’d driven over twenty-five miles at break neck speeds, but knew his car could handle the twists and turns. However, he didn’t think his dick had ever been so damn hard in his life. Her smell had intoxicated him more than the most potent whiskey. The small licks and sucks he’d gotten from her fingers had only whet his appetite. Now, he had her on top of his beloved vehicle, and she looked like the perfect pin-up vixen, all sleek curves and in the dress, he wanted to tear it from her body. Goddess, but she was gorgeous. He wanted to make love to her, right there on the hood on top of the mountain with the sun setting. If he was an artist, he’d paint her.
He paused with his hands on her thighs. “I need you. Tell me you want me too.”
Her blue eyes sparkled. “You know I do. Make love to me, Jett.”
She reached out and pulled him to her. The urge to rip her dress in half was there, but he fought it, instead he reached behind her and found the zipper, tugging it down. She lifted up and helped him pull it over her head. He laid it under her as well, an added cushion for her delicate skin from the heat of the vehicles engine on the hot metal. Fuck. If he’d known she had on a set of matching red bra and panties, he wasn’t sure they’d have made it past his garage.
“Your wolf is showing,” Taryn said.
Jett cupped her breasts in his palms. “Did you know red is my favorite color? Well, next to purple. I have a fascination with purple as well.” He flicked his thumbs over the distended peaks, the action making her squirm.
“Hmm, I had no clue. I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
“See that you do, or better yet, I’ll make sure you’re stocked up.” He unclasped the front closure. Her beautiful breasts spilled free, more than a handful, but perfect for him. He plumped each mound, licked around the tip of the right one before sucking it into his mouth. “So perfect, beautiful, delicious,” he muttered.
“You’re the gorgeous one.” She wrapped her legs around him, her soft words making him laugh. He was glad she thought he was attractive, but he wanted her to know he was more than just a pretty boy. He used the piercing on his tongue to add that edge to his kisses and sucking that would ignite nerves in her breast, shooting straight to her core as he bit down. He transferred to the other breast and did the same thing, and when she moaned his name, he moved down, knowing she was getting close.
By the time he reached her mound she was sobbing his name. He tugged on the bit of silk, pulling it off and then tossing it onto the hood to lay beside the discarded bra, then licked the sweetest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. He lapped at her slick folds, pushing his tongue between her lips and rolling the tip against the hardened bud of her clit. He had to hold her down with one arm over her abdomen as he flicked the barbell back and forth in a slow pattern. Using one finger he entered her slowly, then eased a second digit in. He raised his head. “You okay?”
“Don’t you fucking stop now, Jett
Jett reached into the back of the car, grabbing a blanket out of the backseat. Taryn raised her eyebrows as he placed it over the hood of the Road Runner. “Trust me,” he murmured, then bent and lifted her up onto the hood.
She was grateful he’d had the forethought to protect her bare ass from the hot metal. The last thing she needed was a burned backside, and then she wasn’t thinking as he was kissing her again.
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* * * *
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H is hands wanted to discover for himself just how wet Taryn actually was. She’d driven him crazy during the fifteen minutes it had taken them to get up the winding road, leading them away from his home. He’d driven over twenty-five miles at break neck speeds, but knew his car could handle the twists and turns. However, he didn’t think his dick had ever been so damn hard in his life. Her smell had intoxicated him more than the most potent whiskey. The small licks and sucks he’d gotten from her fingers had only whet his appetite. Now, he had her on top of his beloved vehicle, and she looked like the perfect pin-up vixen, all sleek curves and in the dress, he wanted to tear it from her body. Goddess, but she was gorgeous. He wanted to make love to her, right there on the hood on top of the mountain with the sun setting. If he was an artist, he’d paint her.
He paused with his hands on her thighs. “I need you. Tell me you want me too.”
Her blue eyes sparkled. “You know I do. Make love to me, Jett.”
She reached out and pulled him to her. The urge to rip her dress in half was there, but he fought it, instead he reached behind her and found the zipper, tugging it down. She lifted up and helped him pull it over her head. He laid it under her as well, an added cushion for her delicate skin from the heat of the vehicles engine on the hot metal. Fuck. If he’d known she had on a set of matching red bra and panties, he wasn’t sure they’d have made it past his garage.
“Your wolf is showing,” Taryn said.
Jett cupped her breasts in his palms. “Did you know red is my favorite color? Well, next to purple. I have a fascination with purple as well.” He flicked his thumbs over the distended peaks, the action making her squirm.
“Hmm, I had no clue. I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
“See that you do, or better yet, I’ll make sure you’re stocked up.” He unclasped the front closure. Her beautiful breasts spilled free, more than a handful, but perfect for him. He plumped each mound, licked around the tip of the right one before sucking it into his mouth. “So perfect, beautiful, delicious,” he muttered.
“You’re the gorgeous one.” She wrapped her legs around him, her soft words making him laugh. He was glad she thought he was attractive, but he wanted her to know he was more than just a pretty boy. He used the piercing on his tongue to add that edge to his kisses and sucking that would ignite nerves in her breast, shooting straight to her core as he bit down. He transferred to the other breast and did the same thing, and when she moaned his name, he moved down, knowing she was getting close.
By the time he reached her mound she was sobbing his name. He tugged on the bit of silk, pulling it off and then tossing it onto the hood to lay beside the discarded bra, then licked the sweetest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. He lapped at her slick folds, pushing his tongue between her lips and rolling the tip against the hardened bud of her clit. He had to hold her down with one arm over her abdomen as he flicked the barbell back and forth in a slow pattern. Using one finger he entered her slowly, then eased a second digit in. He raised his head. “You okay?”
“Don’t you fucking stop now, Jett
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