Page 117 of Denial
I nod.
“You want me to tell you how badly I need to fuck you?”
“Say it.”
His hands jolt on my hips. “Please let me fuck you, Alice.”
Tingles race up my spine. “More,” I whisper.
“I need your pussy. I need it, baby. I need to fuck you.”
“Just mine?”
A growl reverberates through the cab as if the thought of others pisses him off. “Just yours. Only yours, Firecracker. For as long as this goes.”
I run my nose along his jaw, tracing the sharp angle to his ear. “I don’t share.”
“Then make me yours.” He starts to roll my hips, back and forth along his solid length. “Slip that tight pussy over my cock and ride me until you come.”
His words light me on fire, burning me from the inside out. “What about you, Sunny? When do you get to come?”
Sutton grits his teeth so hard I hear the molars grind together. “After you. Always after you.”
I bite my lip, lifting onto my knees. “That’s right,” I say, and slowly slide down his throbbing cock.
He fuckingwhimpers.
“I’m going to touch your pussy now, okay? I’m going to rub your fucking pussy so you can come on my cock. Need to feel you clamp down on it like a goddamn slut.”
He pistons up into me as he says it. Circles my clit and fucks me deep, and combined with his words, I cry out. He doesn’t miss the way my body reacts. The goose bumps racing up my skin, or how I shudder in his lap.
“You like that?” he asks, voice dripping with desire. He uses my fluid to rub me faster. “You like when I call you a slut?”
“Mm-hmm!” I moan through a deep stroke. I don’t know why I like it, but I do. It’s just another one of those things Sutton does that feels good. It feels real.
My eyes slam closed as I undulate on his lap, keeping the speed under my control. My clit rubs against Sutton’s fingers. Each swipe brings me closer to the blissful edge.
Sudden movement has me opening my eyes. Sutton reaches across the seat, picking up a baseball cap. He flicks my hair over my shoulder and settles the hat on my head, spinning it so the bill is backward. Then he curls his fingers around my neck.
“Is this how it works?” Sutton’s hand around my neck holds me steady while he pistons in me from below.
“How what works?” The words fall from my mouth in sharp pants.
“Whoever puts the hat on her gets the girl?”
My thighs tighten. The space below my navel pools with lava, warning me I’m close. The truck shocks bounce with the increasing tempo. “Sutton.”
“Not that one.”
I fight against closing my eyes. “Sunny.”
He drags me in for a deep, hard kiss. “Give it to me, Firecracker.”
“I’m close.”
“Need you to come for me. Soak my cock, baby.” He tightens his circles around my clit.
“Almost there.”
