Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
She laughs, then it cuts off into a small gasp. Her knee goes. I catch the drop in her weight the beat before it happens, and my arm's already a band across her hips, taking all of her so her boots barely scuff the floor.
"I've got you." Right in her ear, only for her. "I'll never let you fall, precious girl. You know that."
"I know."
She turns in my arms until her face is against my throat, her breath coming fast and warm, and the heat roars up in me, mean and sudden and impossible to put down.
I should buy her the crumble, sit her in a booth with a fork in her hand, and save everything else for later.
"Crumble to go," I tell the waitress, and drop two twenties on the counter without looking away from my wife.
The lot's a sheet of white and salt and pink neon. I've got the box of blueberry crumble in one hand and Leah tucked under my other arm, and I get the back door of the Suburban open and her up onto the bench seat before the cold can sink its teeth in. Then I climb in after her and pull the door shut on the whole quiet world.
She's already reaching for me.
"Brutus." There it is. The name she only pulls out when she wants something, or when something's wrong. Nothing's wrong. So I know exactly what she wants.
"Yeah, precious." I get her under me, flat on the wide leather, my knee wedged between hers, both her wrists gathered up in one of my hands above her head, because she likes it, likes being held down. "You started something in there. You know that, don't you?"
"I don’t know what you mean,” she laughs. “I was very well behaved."
"You called me Daddy in front of two strangers and got my whole body lit up in a pie diner." I push her dress up her thighs with my free hand. "Bad girls who do that get taken care of. Right here. You ready to take what you started?"
"It's different when it's the truth." Her eyes go dark and dancing, and then her breath snags as my hand finds her bare. "Oh."
She's not wearing a thing under that dress. I threw out every pair she owned the week after our wedding and kept it that way. My fingers slide straight into slick, scalding heat.
"Look at this." My voice drops to gravel. "Soaked clean through. All this from running your smart mouth at me?"
"From you." Her hips are already chasing my hand. "It's always you, Allister."
"Damn right it's me." I push two fingers into her, slowly, and she flutters and clamps. "Nobody else gets to make you this wet. Nobody else gets to so much as think about it. Say it again for me. Whose is this?"
"Yours."
"Whose?"
"Yours. Only yours. Always yours."
"That's my good girl." I let go of her wrists, shove the bench back as far as it'll roll, and drop down between her thighs in the cramped dark, hooking her knees over my shoulders the way I've done a thousand times.
"Brutus, someone could see," she gasps.
"Let them, baby." I drag my tongue up the center of her cunt, and her whole body bows off the seat on a low howl. She tastes like nothing else on this earth, the most delicious fucking flavor on any menu. "Let the whole lot stand at the glass and watch who you belong to. You're not shy about it. Now be a good girl and give it to me. All of it. That's your only job in this world right now, precious. Cum in my mouth."
I work her clit with my tongue, talking to her between passes. How good she is. How perfect. How she's the one woman who'll ever get me on my knees in a cold truck like a starving man. Her fingers fist in my hair. Her thighs start to quake against my ears.
"That's it. I feel you tightening up on me. Don't fight it." I seal my mouth over her clit and growl the next part into her. "Cum for me. Show me who you are."
She breaks apart on a cry that fogs every window in the truck, flooding my mouth, and I drink down every last bit because it's mine, because she's mine, because I'd live right here between her legs if she'd let me.
Then I'm up and over her, freeing my cock, so hard it aches with every heartbeat.
"Allister, please." She's reaching, wild, grabbing fistfuls of my shirt. "I need you inside me. Now."
"There she is." I notch the head of me against her and hold there, shaking with how bad I want to drive home. "You've made a monster out of me, you know that, precious? There's only one thing on earth that puts him down. Tell me again whose pussy this is."