Page 34 of Brazen

The moment I brought my thumb to her clit, she shrieked, “Yes! That’s it! Right there.”

I shifted my hand position, sliding two fingers into her juicy channel and concentrating on swirling my tongue around the bundle of nerves that made up her clit.

Curling my fingers inside her to stroke her inner wall, I found the other end of those nerves–the G-spot–where the tissues tightened up and wrinkled under my touch.

She went wild, hips gyrating over the seat, juices spilling down my chin. She slammed both hands up to the ceiling of the truck and screamed so loud they probably heard her down the block.

I licked and stroked her until I’d wrung every last clench of her orgasm from her, and her body went limp and loose, like a rag doll’s. Then I picked her up off the seat.

“So if there’s no hood in the garage to bend you over, I’m gonna bend you over right here. Unless you’re ready to invite me up to your apartment.”

“Right here,” she panted. “Right now.”

My wolf didn’t like that she didn’t want to invite us up, but I knew better than to take offense. There was something wild and delicious about being too passionate to wait to find a bed. Females loved the novelty of fucking in crazy places and new positions as much as males did. Clio was uninhibited and wild. Knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to share.

I could tell by the quickness of her breath that she was excited.

Excited was a start. I could work with it.

Orgasms, first. Later, I would win her trust. Get her to let me in. Tell me her secrets.

Only then could I claim her.

I lowered her feet to the ground and turned her to face the seat she’d just come all over.

“Bend over. Stick that gorgeous ass out for me.” My voice sounded deep and rough. I was usually smooth with the ladies, but she had me on the edge of control.

This time she didn’t hesitate. She gripped the seat and folded in half, offering me the most delicious view. With her skirt still up around her waist, the vision she presented was enough to make me bite my knuckle. Her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Lean, muscled legs spread wide to give me a view of that soaking pussy.

I clapped my hand down on her ass to give her a spank, so I could eye my pink handprint as I fucked her. She jerked and looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide, teeth bared.

“Have you ever been spanked, Clio?”

“Do it again,” she ordered.

I smiled. “Okay. You wanna be in charge. I’ll let you top from the bottom tonight.” I smacked her other cheek with a hard, firm slap.

She let out a breathy moan as I rubbed away the sting.

“More?”

“Yes.”

I filed that single moaned syllable away in my permanent memory bank. This was what it sounded like to satisfy my mate. Now I just had to get her to scream my name.

I pressed my hand into the small of her back to pin her in place and delivered six sharp slaps to her upturned ass.

Then I rubbed between her legs to feel how wet she was.

She gushed arousal.

I fished another condom out of my pocket, ripped it open, and rolled it on in record time. “You want my cock inside you again, Sparks?

“I’m beyond foreplay, Sam.” Impatience laced her voice.

I chuckled. “Is that a complaint?”

She shook her head, her tousled hair falling over her shoulders. “It’s a compliment. If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to take matters into my own hands.”