Johnny Loves Krissy by KyAnn Waters Page B

angled her head, giving him her neck. “We can't leave.”
    “Then why the tease? I'm hard as hell.” To prove it, he bent his knees and ground his erection against her heated pussy.
    She reached into his pants and pulled his cock upright. “I'm sorry. I'm horny.” She licked his full, lower lip and meshed her mouth against his. The sealing of their mouths, the taste of his tongue, all contributed to her reckless thinking. She pressed her body against his, flattening her breasts against his chest. “Johnny, I need you, now. Need your cock inside me.”
    “Let's get out of here.” He took her hand and headed for the truck.
    “No, we can't leave.”
    “What? Krissy, you're killing me. We aren't going to climb into the cab of my truck to fuck. The parking lot is too busy. I don't want my ass on display.”
    “Come on.” She laughed and led him around the corner of the building. The parking lot lights didn't reach the secluded corner. Freeway traffic off in the distance and muted music from inside the club cocooned them in a pocket of daring intimacy.
    She leaned against the building. Shoulder- high shrubs on either side of their position hid their bodies, but not their heads. “Do you want to fuck me?” She pulled him close.
    “Yes,” he glanced around. “But not here.”
    “It'll be fun.” With a gentle bite, she nipped at his lip. “Come on, Johnny. Tell me how much you love my pussy.” She kissed his lips, maintaining eye contact then parted his mouth and lashed her tongue along his. “I didn't want to, but I love your cock.” She rubbed her hand over the fly of his jeans, detailing the rigid length. “Don't sing anymore unless you want to turn me on.”
    He looked in both directions, and then sliced his thigh between hers, applying pressure to her cunt with his leg. “Someone might see.”
    “I don't care.” His breath, warm on her face, increased the heat pooling in her core. She plucked her own nipples, tugging on the distended tips then pinching hard. Out of her mind with desire, she wanted his hands on her breasts and his cock thrusting into her.
    He paused. “So you're saying if I want to fuck you,” he lifted her skirt, “then I need to fuck you now.” He pushed her soaked thong string to the side. “Outside, up against a brick wall?” He slammed two fingers into her body.
    “Yes!” She spread her legs. “Fingers aren't enough. I need more.” She was desperate. “Fuck me, Johnny.” Her body bucked against his hand. “I need your cock, need to come.” She writhed, bucking into his hand. “Please. I'm almost there.” She grabbed his wrist as Johnny plunged three fingers in and out of her passage. “Enough,” she said with a laugh and pushed his hand away. “Fuck me.”
    “Damn it, Krissy.” Johnny glanced right then left. “Someone is going to see.” He looked over his shoulder to the parking lot and then toward the freeway. “Your timing sort of sucks.”
    “My timing isn't the only thing.” She dropped to her knees. “Watch Johnny, I'm going to be your fluff girl.” His zipper rasped as it lowered.
    “Fuck, Kris. I'm so hard I'm ready to blow.”
    She winked. “Me, too.”
    Johnny groaned.
    “I want this.” She opened his fly. His cock sprang free, weighing heavy in her hand and thickening with his need for her. She banded her fingers around the base. Her fingertips stroked the turgid length as she fucked him with a tight fist. Johnny groaned low in his throat. Krissy opened her mouth over the glistening head.
    “Mmm.” She curled her tongue around the shaft, then over and around the velvety tip, at the same time sliding her hand along the shaft with gentle then firm pressure. “Like a hot popsicle.” She tasted from base to tip, flicking her tongue, licking his essence from the slit. Then she took him deep. His cock slid partially down her throat. She slathered his cock with wet kisses, pressing her tongue along the pulsing vein running the