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

thick cock against her stomach. “I can’t wait to get inside you.” He craned his neck, looking around, his features tight with impatience. “Christ, where’s the fucking limo?” he muttered, his jaw tight. Soon enough, their driver pulled up and opened the door for them, and Max ushered them into the limo. The second the door was closed behind them, he hauled her onto his lap, pulling her mouth to his for a deep, possessive kiss.

“Take your panties off,” he said roughly, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. She loved seeing him like this, knowing he was as desperate for her as she was for him.

She maneuvered herself onto the seat beside him and then pushed her skirts up, the fabric rustling. Arching her hips up, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her black lace panties and slid them down her legs. They got caught on one of her gold heels and Max reached over, plucking them off and tucking them into his pocket.

“Good girl. Come here.” He patted his thigh, and she resettled herself on his lap, her arms around his neck. “Now let’s see how wet you are.” Holding her gaze, he slid a hand under her layers of tulle, palming her. “Fuck, angel,” he whispered, stroking his fingers up and down her slit. “You’re soaked.”

She whimpered, nodding. “Mmmhmm. I told you I needed you.”

The limo pulled out into traffic, adrenaline spiking through her as Max circled her throbbing clit, the city moving around them. There were people—strangers—only a few feet away while Max stroked her pussy. “God, this is so hot,” she whispered, leaning forward and trailing kisses up and down his neck as he touched her. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Christ, me neither. Fuck, Willa,” he moaned, sliding his fingers over and around her pulsing clit. “I want you so much right now.”

He kissed her and slid two fingers inside her, circling his thumb over her clit in a steady rhythm. Everything inside her went tight and hot as the first sparks of her orgasm danced across her skin, making her feel like she was glowing. Burning.

The limo slid through traffic, moving along 10th Ave, passing pedestrians and restaurants and glowing lights, all while Max stroked her and fucked her with his talented fingers. Despite everything she’d experienced today—the dress, the gala, the opulence—this felt like the most exquisitely decadent thing, to have Max’s fingers inside her as the city pulsed around them. She’d never trusted anyone enough to have semi-public sex like this, but she trusted Max with everything she had. Everything.

He curled his fingers inside her, working her clit in perfect, tight circles and she broke, the orgasm soaring through her with lightning speed. “Oh God, Max. Fuck, I’m coming.”

She clamped down on his fingers and rode his hand, chasing the throbbing pleasure burning through her the way a flower chased the sun.

“That’s it, angel. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

She threw her head back and thrust her hips, writhing on his hand. “You feel so good,” she moaned, falling forward and burying her face in his neck, breathing in the smell of him. “God, Max.”

“I need to be inside you, Willa. The way you’re milking my fingers right now is killing me.”

She nodded and he slowly slipped his fingers free of her, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them. Something hot and needy clenched inside her at the sight of his wet fingers in his mouth, his eyes closed in pleasure as he savored the taste of her. She slid off his lap, greedy for him. Easing herself onto the floor of the limo, layers of tulle spilling out around her, she slid her hands up his thighs and to his lap, where his thick cock strained against the front of his tuxedo pants.

Kneeling between his legs, she eased the zipper down. The outline of his cock was visible beneath his black boxer briefs, and she slipped her fingers into the waistband and tugged them down, freeing his cock. Knowing that they didn’t have time for teasing, she fisted him and took him deep into her mouth, the musky taste of him flooding her and spiking fresh arousal through her.

“Fuck, angel,” he whispered, his hips moving restlessly, the leather seat creaking softly beneath him. “Love seeing those pretty lips wrapped around me.”

She loved that the more they were together, the more vocal he became, his inhibitions dropping away. The first time they’d slept together, he’d said very little. But now…he’d turned into a bit of a dirty talker and she was not complaining.

He wove a hand into her hair and encouraged her to take more of him, to move a bit faster, so she did, working him over with her mouth, taking as much of his thick cock into her mouth as she could handle. But after only a minute or two, he lifted her off of his cock, hauling her back into his lap.

“Need to be inside you,” he said, his voice ragged. “Need you, Willa.”

He shoved a hand in the pocket of his tuxedo, pulling out a condom, but before he could tear the package open, she plucked it from his fingers and tossed it aside, shaking her head.

“Unless you have a reason why it’s not safe, I don’t want to use it,” she said, moving her hips and sliding against him. “I just want to feel you. All of you, with nothing between us.”

He let out a groan, his hips moving as he slid his cock against her. “I’m good, I promise. Are you sure?”

She cupped his face and kissed him. “I trust you, Max. I love you. I want you bare.” She leaned forward and trailed her lips over his ear, marveling at how her own comfort with dirty talk had grown over the past month. “I want you to come inside me. Fill me up.”

He let out an anguished moan that sounded like it had been torn from deep in his