licked the inside of her lip. Her flavor hit him, a punch in the gut he welcomed. It left him a little crazed and a lot horny. On a groan, he kissed her. She opened to him, stroking her tongue with his and feeding him her soft mewling noises, those little purrs of contentment she’d always offered him whenever they first came together. He soaked them up along with the rightness kissing her brought.
She complemented his thrusts and licks with ones of her own. They’d perfected the art of kissing years before they’d ever joined their bodies. It had been his favorite hobby. He’d never been able to get enough. He still couldn’t. Head angled, he delved deeper and sucked on her tongue, tearing moans from her throat.
She twisted her torso and linked her hands around his neck. With her nails dug into his skin, she tugged him closer, kissed him harder, and tore his tenacious control to shreds. He rocked into her and let his hands roam over her soft, curvy body.
Primitive hungers beat at him. He wanted to strip her and lick every inch, memorizing her swells and valleys. Maybe spread her thighs and get drunk on her sweet sex. Or push her to her knees and fuck her mouth until he exploded. So many images rose, but it was the need to possess her that made his decision.
He tore his mouth from hers. She panted hard. So did he. The lust they’d shared returned, stronger than ever. He couldn’t wait a moment more.
He rubbed his forefinger over her lips, then slipped it between them. Her breath heated his skin. She closed her mouth over his finger. With a swirl of her tongue, she drew him deeper and held him there for a long moment before she sucked. Hard.
His dick jerked. Precome seeped from the tip. He yanked on his finger, but she bit just to the point of pain, stopping him. His breath escaped in a shudder. He dragged his finger out, her teeth scraping him, and cupped her face between his palms.
“I’m going bend you over your car, lift your skirt, and fuck you, Ronnie. If you have some guy that’s going to hunt me down for making you come all over my dick, tell me now.” He flashed her a wicked smile. “And I’ll make you writhe over my tongue instead.”
She peered at him through half-lidded eyes. “I was right about you, Kyle Sander. You’re naughty.” She slid her hand over his chest and gripped the neck of his shirt. “Stubborn.” She tugged, bringing his lips to hers. “And hot.”
“I’m also yours.” He closed his eyes and cursed himself for voicing the truth he’d always known. “For tonight, I’m yours.” He tacked on the qualifier and hoped she didn’t question it.
“What part of you is mine?” Her breathy question hung between them.
Damn her. She knew.
“My cock.” He studied her through his cracked lids. “You do need my hard length inside you, giving you something to squeeze, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She inhaled sharply. “Yes, fuck me so hard I can feel you in my soul.”
He yanked the tie from her hair. Her platinum strands cascaded over his arm. He grabbed her locks and twisted them around his palm. With a rough tug, he bent her head back. “That shouldn’t be too hard. I claimed you—heart, body, and soul—on your sixteenth birthday. Think of tonight as a repeat performance.”
He captured her mouth again, not letting her lead. Not even letting her match him. He took from her everything she’d denied him. With rough thrusts of his tongue, he explored her until he’d licked every inch. She skimmed her fingers over his back while he possessed her mouth. Her lazy caresses inflamed him more. He yanked her closer on a harsh grunt and loved her mouth. It wasn’t enough.
“Ronnie.” He wasn’t sure what he asked for, or what he was trying to say, but she pushed her bottom against him and tossed her loose hair over her shoulder.
“Please.”
Best word he’d ever heard. He lifted her skirt and caressed her ass cheeks. A strip of hot pink dipped between them. With a