in my throat, I glance around the room, the large empty room. “Here?”
“I need to taste you, need to taste it,” he snarls. “I need your cream all over my tongue. Do you understand what I’m telling you, my sweet fucking princess? Bend over and let me tongue your slit until you come for me. There. In plain goddamn English.”
I can’t form words, my tongue feeling twisted.
“I want it,” I admit in one long breath. “But what if …”
“Just focus on the now,” he whispers, smoothing his hands up through my hair, touching my scalp, tickling, soothing. “Your hair is so gorgeous. Beautiful golden locks.”
Goldilocks.
Fiona’s name for me.
A guilty sinking feeling pools in my gut, but I push away thoughts of my friend and focus on her dad instead.
“Okay,” I say, conviction in my voice now.
My womb gives a sigh of relief, as though she was on the edge of her seat ready to punish me if I turned down this savage bear. My sex is soaked now, shamefully so, my panties drenched. My thighs feel fidgety as if waiting to be grabbed, palmed roughly.
“Can you show me where you want me?” I say.
His jaw tics. “Jesus Christ. You’re so damn innocent, aren’t you?”
I laugh, trying to look fierce. “Nah uh. I’m Miss Badass.”
“Another nickname?” he taunts. “I’ll show you where I want you, Sadie. Like this.”
He grabs my shoulders and in a sudden movement – and yet with an underlying gentleness – he flips me around.
I moan when he leans down to grind his enraged manhood against my ass cheeks, pushing firmly up and down, side to side, making every inch of my ass feel him.
Then he falls to his knees and starts sliding his hands up my thighs.
“Bend forward,” he whispers. “Hold the edge of the Go-Kart or get on your knees if you have to. I need this pussy nice and pressed into my face. You smell so sweet and tangy.”
My hands struggle to keep still as I grab the edge of the Go-Kart, legs aching slightly but worth it for this moment. I push my ass out, wondering if I’m doing it right, and then get my answer as Saul groans behind me. The groan causes his breath to simmer over my thighs and my sex.
“This round ass,” he growls, kissing my thigh, a tingling imprint.
He peels down my shorts slowly, hooking my panties at the same time.
The fabric shivers down my skin and for an instant I’m outside myself, looking down, struggling to believe what I’m seeing.
Seven foot Saul with short, curvy me?
But then my shorts and panties slide down to my knees and I feel the relatively cool air of the track kiss my naked slit.
“You’re soaked,” he snarls.
“Is that a … bad thing?”
“No,” he says, casually grabbing my ass cheeks, palming them. The simmer in my center increases hotly. “It’s absolutely fucking perfect, is what it is. Your whole damn body is. How long have you been soaking wet for me, dirty girl?”
“All day,” I admit, shifting my hips from side to side.
“What are you doing, Sadie?” he asks, in a tone that tells me he already knows.
But he wants to hear it.
“It feels good,” I whisper. “I need to—”
“Be touched?” he snarls, hands growing firmer on my bare flesh, his fingers almost at my center now, so close, so freaking close.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good.”
I almost let out a scream with the carnal way he presses his whole face against my heat. One moment it’s wet and cool with the air, and the next it’s engulfed in a world of heat and closeness I’ve never felt before.
I squeeze onto the Go-Kart’s chassis, pushing my ass back as he makes a growling sound, gripping my thighs and pulling me even closer.
His tongue slides all over me, up and down my lips, attacking my clit with a ferocity that leaves me panting and gasping for air.
“Oh, fuck,” Saul snarls. “I can feel you getting ready to cream for me.”
I can’t respond, only twitch my hips against his face, almost twerking against his face, my mind empties of everything but the animal need to keep doing this, to not stop until the building pressure deep in my womb is released.
He focuses on my clit now, frantic strokes that make my legs shake like they’re trying to run away. I can’t help it, just like I can’t help my moans from getting louder and louder until they’re echoing back at me from all around.
“You make me so hard