Page 39 of No Pucking Way
“Oh,did I fall asleep?” My hand went to my mouth quickly, desperately hoping I didn’t have drool on my face.
I glanced around, realizing we’d pulled into his driveway.
Fuck. This was where I had to say goodbye for the night…go back to the hellish trailer park across the road. I was never going to understand how the neighborhood of mansions had ended up so close to the trailer park. It had to drive these rich people crazy that they had trash like me so close by.
“Kennedy—” he started, his hand caressing my cheek. Butterflies went wild in my insides, dancing frantically around because the way he was looking at me…
Time froze as our gazes locked, each passing moment imbued with a sense of anticipation, an electric charge. Was I imagining this? Was he—he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.
And then his lips brushed against me, like a whispered secret that did nothing but make me want him more.
“Kennedy, I—”
“Everything okay?” Jack asked, and I crashed back into the cab of his truck, struggling to hold onto the pieces of what felt like a memory skittering through my head.
A strange sense of deja vu crept up my spine, and I shook my head, trying to get ahold of myself.
Jack was staring at me, his eyebrows arched in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…just a little drunk,” I murmured unsteadily, wanting to cry because whatever memories I’d just had…they were gone.
Stupid. Stupid. Brain.
He stared at me for a second more, before starting the truck, his arm going across the headrest behind me in that universal hot guy move as he glanced behind us and pulled out into the street.
“I’m on Wakefield Street,” I murmured groggily, leaning my head against the cool window.
His hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel was still stretched behind me, playing with strands of my hair.
The touch of his hand, the gentle purr of his truck, the soft music playing on the radio…
Within just a few minutes…I was asleep.
“All mine,” he growled against my skin, grabbing me from behind as he pulled me tight against his chest.
“Mine,” he murmured against my lips as his tongue licked against my skin. His hand covered my breast, kneading it as his other hand dragged down my stomach and in between my legs.
I whimpered as his fingers slid against my slit as he bit and sucked at my skin.
He bent his knees, lining our bodies up…his hard dick rubbed against the crease of my ass as he pressed against my clit, rubbing it expertly through my jeans.
“My pussy,” he whispered as his other hand began to tug and pinch against my nipple.
I was writhing against him, crying out as pleasure streaked through me.
He bit down hard at my pulse point, immediately licking and sucking at the spot when I gasped in pain.
Suddenly, I was spun around and lifted up. My legs immediately wrapped around him, nestling his dick against my core. He strode towards his bedroom, every step pressing his cock against the seam of my jeans and somehow hitting my clit just right.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. My perfect, good girl,” he soothed as I buried my face against his neck.
“Give me your mouth,” he ordered suddenly, stopping and pressing my back against the wall just outside his bedroom. His mouth claimed mine in a hungry, desperate kiss, his tongue tangling with me as he licked in and out.
“Please,” I murmured, and his answering smile lit up my insides.
"I’ll take such good care of you," he promised as his lips met mine. He grinned as his hips pressed against me, so I could feel every inch of his hard cock. He thrust against my core, pushing me closer to the edge as he hit that perfect spot between my legs. I buried my face in his neck, not wanting the others to hear.
"Let them hear you," he said in that way he always did, like he had a direct line to the thoughts in my head. "I want them to hear how good I take care of you."