Burn in Hail(35)

"I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."

She only moaned louder.

"When we're through, I'm going to take you back to my place, and fuck you all over again."

"Please do," she teased.

I don't know if she thought I was joking or not, but the moment that I  stepped away and gestured for her to turn, she shook her head.

"No," she answered.

"Why not?"

The words were ripped from my throat as I tried to decide how to breathe again.

"Because I can't very well sex you and suck your cock at the same time."

"You can't ‘sex' me?" I found myself grinning. "No, I guess you can't."

She flushed bright red again, and I found it so cute that I could barely contain the urge to pull her to me once again.

She was wearing a tank and some yoga pants. Things like that weren't  supposed to make me genuinely excited, yet I found myself running my  hand over my belly to steel my nerves.

The woman standing in front of me, staring at me like she wanted nothing  more than to throw herself straight into my arms, was a fresh breath of  air. She didn't care about appearances. She didn't care that the whole  town thought I was a fuck up. She didn't care that she was ‘ruining' her  reputation.

All she cared about was me.

"I'm not sure how to do this," she said hesitantly.

My brows rose up.

"How to do what?" I questioned.

"How to, ummmmm, suck you."

She swallowed nervously, and that too I found endearing.

"Why is it a problem?" I teased.

She looked down at the uneven ground where there was dirty, leaves, and rocks, and then back up at me.

"As much as I want to do this, I don't want to rip my favorite pair of yoga pants," she explained. "Can we go in there?"

I nodded once, taking another step back. If I got too close, then she really would be doing it out here.

"We can go."

Just when I was about to head to the truck, though, she stopped me by taking my wrist.

She couldn't even get her entire hand around my wrist.

"No," she paused. "Not go, but go in there."

That was when I caught on to what she was saying.

"You want to blow me in my company truck?"

There was a lot of room in there.

And seeing that blush on the pretty little preacher's daughter's face was almost worth her next statement.

"I don't have to do it at all," she snapped.

I started to laugh and tugged her to my truck, opening my door, and sitting on the seat without closing the door.

I wasn't totally sure how this was going to work, but before I could  tell her that, she was working her hands at my waist. Unbuckling my  belt, and lowering the zipper.

I opened my mouth to tell her that this probably wasn't going to work  with the way I was positioned, when she spread my pants open wide, then  dropped a kiss onto my underwear-clad cock.

Growling in surprise, I leaned further into the truck so that my back  was partially leaning against the edge of the seat, and partially  leaning against the middle console.

The extra room provided her enough space to yank my boxer-briefs down.

My cock bobbed up, and it slapped her on the chest.

In all honesty, it wasn't that sexy. Not at first.

But the moment she saw my cock, she licked her lips, ensuring that I was a goner.

Her head leaned over my lap, and my eyes closed on their own volition, as she took me into the wet heat of her mouth.         

     



 

She surrounded the tip, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head.

Once. Twice. Three times.

I could feel the pre-come leaking out of my cock, and with each swipe of my tongue, I knew that she was tasting it. Tasting me.

My eyes opened when I heard a sound, and my head swiveled to see a woman getting out of her car and heading into the store.

But before I could tell her we should stop, she sucked deeply on me,  making it to where I couldn't remember my own name, let alone tell her  that we should stop.

"Baby," I whispered, my hands closing into her hair.

She bobbed up and down, not taking my entire length, but trying as hard as she could.

Unfortunately, there was just too much cock for her to take all of it, and we both knew it.

"Ahhh, fuck."

She pulled away, inspecting my cock.

I used her lack of inattention to hook her around her armpits, pull her  into my lap backwards, and yank her panties down to around her knees.

She helped me, realizing what I was after, and parted her thighs.

I knew she was wet. I could feel it on the length of my cock as we situated ourselves.

One foot was resting on the running board of my truck, while the other  leg was bent at the knee, and pushed as far against the console as I  could get it.

Her legs fell in between mine, pressed together but for a small gap that I used to plunge my fingers between.

She gasped the moment that I trailed my fingers over her clit. Her  breath caught completely when I swirled one blunt fingertip around her  opening.

Feeling that she was more than ready for me, I dragged that wetness back up to her clit and started circling.

"Grab onto the steering wheel and pull yourself up," I ordered.

She did, lifting herself up off my lap high enough that I could place my cock up against her entrance.

The comparison of my tanned member against her pink flesh was stunning.

What was more stunning, though, was watching as she sank down onto my cock, one delicious inch at a time.

Before she could make it more than halfway, however, I urged her back upwards.

My eyes stayed locked on where we were joined.

The eye porn enough to make me want to blow my load right then and there.

I took everything in.

The way her juices made my cock shiny, and the way my cock was making her entrance spread wide.

But the kicker was the way, when she was all the way up with my tip  resting against her entrance, she slid all the way back down.

It took everything I had in me not to come.

Everything.

"Oh, fuck."

I clenched my teeth together, wondering why in the hell it felt like I was a teenager rather than a grown ass man.

It felt like I'd never done it before …

"Fuck," I exclaimed, my eyes opening wide.

I looked down just in time to see her raise back up, my entire length  coated in her juices rather than just half, and saw why it felt so good.

I wasn't wearing a condom.

I looked down to the ground where all the purchases were resting,  spilled onto the ground from my haste to pin her to the wall, and  smiled.

"I'm fucking you without a condom," I told her, smoothing my hand down her spine.

She shivered and dropped until she'd engulfed me all the way.

"I forgot," she breathed. "I was just joking in the store."

I pushed down on her lap, grinding my cock up into her, and smiled.

"I did, too," I said.

Earlier when I'd told her that I liked it messy, I hadn't had a clue.

I'd never done it messy.

Any and all sexual encounters, I was always gloved. Always.

There was no question that I wouldn't be.

But now, watching her fast-paced breathing as she tried to get herself  under control, I realized that with Hennessy, I wouldn't mind messy.

"Fuck me," I urged, slapping her thigh with the palm of my hand.

She jumped, causing herself to sink even lower on me, and I growled.

Then she lifted up, and dropped back down. Over and over, faster and faster, until my belly quivered with my need to come.

Snaking my hand around her belly, I smoothed it down until I found her  clit, and slowly swirled it. Once around, twice. One more time.

She exploded.

Her pussy clenched my cock. Her thighs clenched my hand in place, and her head went back to knock against mine.

Even the blinding pain of us hitting our heads together didn't keep my orgasm from rushing through me.

Planting myself inside of her to the root, I came with a deep grunt.

I don't know what it was about having her bare, but the orgasm of all  orgasms rushed through me. The moment my seed shot out of me, it took  everything-my breath. My love. Every-fucking-thing.

Which, of course, was about the time that her father pulled in beside her car, witnessing the end of our copulation.



         

     



 

Chapter 23


Taco Bell doesn't have a playground because it's no fun to play when you might very well shit your pants.

-Text from Tate to Hennessy

Tate

"You're not seriously going after what he did yesterday, are you?" I asked her.

The following altercation between Hennessy and her father hadn't been good.

Although Pastor Hanes hadn't been able to ‘see' what was going on, he  was far from stupid. He knew exactly what we were doing, and didn't  bother to hide that fact.

In fact, when Hennessy realized that her father was there, and she'd  hopped down off of my lap as she yanked up her pants, shit had hit the  fan.

If she'd stayed where she'd been, we might have been able to hide the  fact that I was inside of her-maybe. But by hopping off of me, she'd  left my still hard and wet dick sticking straight up behind her.

Seeing as it was hard, and I liked my dick healthy and whole, I didn't  try to shove it into my pants right away. Which also meant that Pastor  Hanes had seen straight past Hennessy's head where my dick was wide open  for the world to see.

The moment he got proof of what we'd been doing-IE seeing my dick in the  wide open air with her juices still clinging to it-he'd gone ape shit.