Tiger Lily - May Dawson Page 0,50

and his eyes were alight all over again as his gaze swept over me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

“Well, you did say you liked to watch me, creep,” I teased him.

“Don’t be mean to me with that pretty mouth,” he grumbled. He caught the waistband of my underwear, tugging them down over my thighs, and I rolled my hips up to help him. I really wanted those panties off too.

“Okay,” I said, and I put my hands on his hard chest and pushed him back a step. Or tried to. The man was a mountain.

I quirked an eyebrow at him, pushing him away again, and he straightened as he took a step back. A look of bewilderment crossed his face.

“Is this moving too fast, Lily?” he asked, and his eagerness to take things slow, to do whatever I wanted, reminded me of what a good man he was. Blake might drive me crazy—but he was a good guy.

“No, silly,” I said, and my voice came out husky.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, kneeling on the hard concrete, and dragged his boxers down. His cock rose in front of his taut lower abs; it was long and thick, and the same satisfaction I felt over a big ice cream sundae made a smile light my face.

“You have no idea what it does to me when you look at me that way,” he said, his voice coming out rough with desire.

I took his cock in my hand. The look on his face was intent, affectionate, and then I wrapped my mouth around his cock and he drew in a quick inhale of breath. I moved my hand and mouth in time, up and down his cock, as his leanly muscled thighs began to tremble.

I could make this big, muscular man shake with the power of my mouth. It made me proud.

He pulled away from me abruptly. “I’m about to—”

“I don’t mind,” I said, reaching for him again. But he shook his head—and his dick, accidentally—as he backed away.

“Not like that,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to be inside you.”

He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me off my knees, onto the hood of the car.

I wrapped my legs around him as the tip of his cock brushed between my thighs. He took himself in his hand, running his tip over and over across the slick heat he found there, and his eyes crinkled at the corners to find me so wet for him.

“Any time,” I told him, my clit throbbing with desire. I wasn’t sure I could take another second’s delay.

“Aren’t you ever nice to me?” he teased, leaning in to kiss me.

I believed I’d been pretty nice to him just five minutes ago, but his kisses could even distract me from being a smartass.

I pressed my heels into the back of his thighs, wanting more of him, and he stepped in closer. The tip of his cock pressed into my center, and I let out a ragged gasp as he slowly sheathed himself, up to his hilt, so deep his balls swayed against the curve of my ass.

I lay back against the cherry-red metal of the hood as we warmed it with our bodies, as the two of us moved in time. The bright lights of the bay blurred above me as I closed my eyes, clinging to his shoulders, lost in the sensation and in the sweet sounds that filled the garage: the music still playing, the sound of our bodies moving together, the slap of his balls as he rocked deep inside me over and over again.

I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back the wave of my orgasm, trying to keep from screaming his name.

But I couldn’t.

He came too, shuddering inside me, then collapsed onto the hood beside me. The two of us lay there on the hood, looking up together.

“I kind of wondered if you would meow when you came,” he admitted finally.

“You’re such an ass.”

He glanced at me sideways. “Woof woof.”

And then I was laughing, even though my clit was still throbbing, even though I kind of already wanted to go again.

His cock stood at attention again already, above those hard-angled abs. His muscles went taut as I ran my fingernails over the ridges.

“Claws,” he commented.

“Oh shut up and come here,” I told him, “before I forget why I like you.”

He was grinning as he pulled me onto his lap, straddling him.

“You’re never going to drive this