Rocked (The Everyday Heroes World) - Julia Wolf Page 0,37
of action, unlocking her door and climbing inside with her wrapped around me. Her ass hit the steering wheel, so I slid the seat back as far as it’d go, giving her the room she needed to really move.
Mouths still connected, her fingers grappled with my fly, practically ripping my jeans apart. I raised my hips to push my jeans down, freeing my dick. Kat gripped it, sliding her fist up and down my length, then she pushed her panties to the side to rub it between her folds. My head fell back, and all I could do was watch this gorgeous woman take control. Each time my dick hit her clit, her eyes fluttered, and her chest heaved.
She grabbed a condom from her purse, ripped it open, and rolled it down my length. Then she raised up on her knees, positioning me at her entrance. I thought she’d go slow, get used to the feel of me, but holy shit was I wrong. Kat slammed down on my cock, taking me all the way to the hilt in one single fluid motion.
My eyes flicked to her face, but she was focused on the place where we met, watching as she took me inside her body.
Gathering her dress in my fists, I pushed it up to her waist, needing to see what she was seeing. Kat lifted herself up and slammed back down, again and again, her pussy dragging along my length each time.
Satisfied with how damn good we looked together, I released her dress and gripped her ass, helping her rise and fall. Beneath her smooth, soft skin, lay steel. Her muscles flexed with her movement, her thighs like iron bars beside my hips, locking me in a cage I’d never try to escape.
“Kat,” I murmured against her throat, lapping at her pulse, making her moan. I said her name again and licked at her, tasting the salt on her skin and everything her. She was so sweet and filled my head with stars.
She rode me harder, panting. I met her every time she descended my length, thrusting hard, giving her what she needed. My cock throbbed as she worked me. I was so fucking close to making a fool of myself. I was out of my mind with this woman, out of control in my reaction to her.
Her mouth crashed into mine again, cherry tongue finding mine. We ate at each other, her fingers digging into my scalp, almost tearing at my hair to bring my face closer to hers, that savage angel coming out in full force. I loved her like this. She made me want to cry and come and write fucking sonnets about her.
My hands slipped around her front, cupping her throat. Her hands came up to mine, her fingers flexing gently so I would squeeze her there. When I did, gentle but still firm, her gaze locked with mine as she rode me steadily. Her eyes held a mix of challenge and satisfaction. Kat liked what I was doing to her, but she was waiting for more.
Her hands dropped to my shoulders, nails scoring my skin through my shirt. I kept one hand on her throat, the other palming her tits through her dress. But it wasn’t enough for me. I was suddenly starving for her taste.
The straps of her dress were easy to slip down her shoulders, the bodice simple to tug below her breasts. It was too damn dark in this truck to get a good look at her, but the parts I could make out were fucking gorgeous. I cupped her tit in my hand, pulling her tight little nipple into my mouth, until she started writhing, her hips taking on an erratic rhythm. Switching to the other side, I sucked at her, my stomach tightening from how much I wanted this woman, how damn perfect she felt absolutely everywhere.
Her skin misted with sweat, both hers and mine. If I could’ve ripped her clothes off—and mine—I would’ve. I was seconds from it, suffocating in the confines of the fabric separating us. But then she started swirling her hips, her pretty bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she concentrated on chasing her pleasure.
“Need to see you come, Kat. I fucking need it,” I gritted out, pouring every ounce of my concentration on her. Watching her, fucking her, feeling her. Just...her.
My hand on the center of her chest, I pushed her back against the steering wheel and gripped her hips, angling her