Page 95 of Truck Me
Lifting her feet one at a time, I slip her panties off her and bring them to my nose. They smell like her—sweet and spicy and so damn good.
“Mine.” I growl as I slip them into my pants pocket.
The whimper that exists her lips makes it hard to contain my carnal desire to devour her. But I don’t want to rush this. I want her to feel everything I’m feeling. I want to torture her with pleasure, drag it out so she knows exactly what she does to me.
I lift her foot and rest it on my shoulder, admiring the shimmery black fabric covering her shoe. It’s delicate and sophisticated and fit for a princess. The heel is at least three inches tall and spiked.
“You could kill someone with this thing.” I mumble against her leg as I kiss my way from her ankle to her knee. She trembles under my touch.
Just as I slide my hand up her thigh, a loud ringing fills the air.
“Cookies,” she huffs.
I glance up at her. Her dazed eyes are heavy with lust, and she’s barely able to hold her hand up as she points toward the oven.
“I got it.” I lightly slap her thigh before I set her foot down and stand. She stumbles slightly as if she’s already too weak to hold herself up. I haven’t even touched her yet. Knowing what I do to her makes me smile.
“Easy there, Princess.” I grab her hips to steady her before I brush my lips across hers. “I’ll be right back.”
Turning toward the oven, I grab the potholder and take the cookie sheet out. The smell is so sweet with a hint of cinnamon. My mouth waters.
“Are these the reason you taste like cinnamon?” I ask as I walk back to my princess.
She nods. “You wanna try one?”
“Later.” I cup her cheeks and kiss her hard, delving my tongue deep into her mouth. She wraps her hands around my wrists and kisses me back like she’s starving for me. When I pull away, she whimpers. “First, I wanna taste you.”
I drop back to my knees and reposition myself in front of her.
“Hang on and put your leg over my shoulder,” I say as I lift the skirt of her dress.
She doesn’t hesitate to comply, and I don’t hesitate to put my mouth on her. I lick her from her entrance to her clit and then suck that little bundle of nerves between my teeth. She cries out my name and arches into me, grinding her clit against my tongue.
“That’s it, Princess. Take what you want from me.”
And she does. We work together with her rotating her hips to gain more friction against my tongue while I suck and nibble on her clit while I pump my fingers inside her. When she comes, it’s fast and intense. Her leg buckles, and she falls forward, but I catch her.
I let myself fall to my back, so I’m spread out on the floor. I pull her down with me so she’s sitting on my face and continue to suck and lick her until she’s begging me to stop.
“My jeans. Take them off me.” I bark out as I reach for my wallet in my back pocket.
She’s breathing heavily, and she takes a moment to come down for her high, but when she does, she moves quickly.
I rip the condom wrapper open but before I can take the condom out, she grabs it from me at the same time she fists my cock.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
She squeezes me from the base to the tip and jerks her hand up in slow, even motions. “I want to feel you sink down on me. Ride me, Princess. Ride me until you come again.”
She smirks down at me, shaking her head. “Not just yet, big boy. I want my own taste first.”
I growl and slap her bare ass right before her pretty lips wrap around my cock. The yelp she lets out vibrates against my erection, causing me to thrust up. She takes me deep into her throat and sucks.
“Fuck, Charlotte.” I barely manage to say those words as my voice cracks. She slides her mouth up and down my cock a few more times before I slap her ass again.
“Not like this.” I growl. “I wanna come inside you.”
Her tongue darts out and licks the length of me as she gives me one last long suck. She releases my tip with a pop, and the sound that comes out of me is guttural.