Love Bug (The Prescotts Book 3) by Tara Wyatt (electric book reader .TXT) 📗

“I want to.” She ran her hands up his thighs. “I like taking care of you, too.”

His fingers shook a little as he found the small zipper hidden in the crotch of the suit and undid it. He’d barely got it all the way open before Willa’s slender fingers were there, working to free him. Nuzzling her lips over his now fully hard cock, she let out a breathy moan.

“Maybe if I give you a little relief, you won’t be so worried about getting arrested,” she said, then dragged her tongue up the entire length of him. “God, look at this,” she whispered as she stroked him. “I can’t even close my hand around you. Not all the way.”

He thrust into her hand, working himself against her palm. It was incredible, the way she was able to take him from zero to sixty so quickly, but he wasn’t questioning it. He couldn’t when everything felt so good with Willa. So right and perfect and sweet with a side of dirty he couldn’t get enough of.

She continued stroking him with one hand, cupping his balls with the other, fondling and massaging in exactly the way he liked. They’d spent a lot of time over the past two weeks learning each other’s bodies and every single time, the sex got better and better because of it.

“They’re so heavy right now,” she said, still fondling him and stroking him. “You definitely need to come.”

A drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his aching dick and she slicked her thumb over it, rubbing her thumb over his head, playing in the flared ridges. She licked her lips and brought him closer to her mouth, close enough that he could feel her breath fanning over his heated skin. She dragged her lips over and around his head and he let out a low groan, weaving a hand into her hair. Looking up at him through her lashes, she kissed the head of his cock and then licked him slowly, swirling her tongue over and around him.

“Put me in your mouth, angel,” he said, his voice frayed around the edges. “Suck me until I come all over your tongue.”

She grinned and then opened her mouth and stretched her lips around him, sucking him deep into her mouth.

He hissed out a breath, his hand tightening in her hair. “That’s it,” he said roughly, fighting back the urge to thrust his hips forward. “You look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth, Willa.” She moaned and sucked him even deeper, then established a slow, steady rhythm as she bobbed her head, working his cock with her lips and tongue. She curled her hand around his shaft and stroked him, meeting her mouth with each sweep of her lips down his cock. After several blissful minutes, she released him and stroked him, her tongue swirling over his balls. He grunted and clenched his fist, heat coiling deep in his belly.

“I love sucking you,” she said, trailing her lips across his balls, stroking him harder, rougher. “I love this gorgeous cock. In my mouth. In my pussy. I can’t get enough. It’s so thick and long and perfect. Mmm.”

“Fuck, Willa,” he whispered, unable to stop his hips from jolting forward at her words. “The things I want to do to that pretty little mouth,” he ground out, fighting for control.

She took him back into her mouth, sucking him hard and deep, her mouth moving up and down his cock in a way that had everything inside him going tight and hot. She pulled back again, looking up at him as she stroked him. “So do them, Max. I’m yours. Take what you need.”

Her words undid something inside him, shredding the last bit of restraint he’d been clinging to, and he slid his other hand into her hair, tightening his grip. And then he thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take more of him. She moaned around his cock and he did it again. God, what was wrong with him that he was going to get off on using Willa like this? On fucking her pretty face until he came in her mouth?

“Fuck, angel,” he groaned, his fingers in her hair, his hips moving. “It’s so good. Your mouth is so fucking perfect. Jesus.”

She moaned again and he could tell from the way she was rubbing her thighs together that she was wet and needing him. Already, he was cataloguing all of the different ways he could make her come later, when they had more time. Ways that involved his mouth, his fingers, his cock. He wanted to pin her to a wall, sink to his knees and eat her pussy until she came all over his face. He wanted to fuck her from behind, his hand between her legs. He wanted to make her come on his fingers again, like he’d done the first night they’d been together.

Heat seared down his spine, snapping and crackling like electricity as a tingling pulse gathered intensity in his balls, at the base of his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate.

He held her gaze as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, long drags that came faster and faster as he lost control. The twisting pressure inside him broke, dissolving into pulsing throbs and with a loud groan, he thrust deep into her mouth one last time and then came in several long spurts, rapt as he watched her swallow down everything he gave her. His heart pounded hard and fast in his chest, trying to break free of his ribs and leap into Willa’s capable hands.

As if she didn’t already fully own every single part of him, including his damaged heart.

She slowly withdrew, looking up at him as she wiped at her lips. A rush of warmth washed over him, and he hauled her to her feet, kissing her.

“I’ll pay you back tonight,” he murmured,