Free Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Cara North Page B

as he did. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. “I was going to move."
    "Spread your legs, Bethany. Let me see you.” Jack apparently found no humor in his current situation. She looked at his face. His cheeks were flushed. In his lap, a very deep red, almost purple, head lurched toward the steering wheel under her scrutiny. Satisfied that he was as turned on as she was, she propped her left leg on the seat and her right leg on the dashboard. Never in her life had she been so exposed. The position was worse than at the gynecologist, but Jack didn't look at her like he wanted to examine her. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Her pussy throbbed with need. “Touch me, Jack."
    "Touch yourself.” Jack licked his lips, focused on the road, then looked back to her. “Open yourself up to me."
    She spread the slick lips, exposing what little mystery was left to Jack. The door, hard and uncomfortable, irritated her back, but there was no way she could stop. With her index and middle finger, she began circling her clit. His face grew pained, and he fought to look back toward the road.
    She was so turned on by his reaction. She was climbing up to the peak faster than she imagined possible without help. He groaned, sucked in his bottom lip, and bit down on it. He lifted his hand, pressed his index and middle finger into his mouth, and pulled them out wet. With great care, he touched them to her already weeping pussy hole. “Yes!"
    She arched into him, lifting her hips, driving the relief of those fingers deeper. “God, I needed this. Don't stop, please."
    "I may have to pull over.” His voice crackled on the air, thick with lust. He drove two seconds farther then pulled off to the side of the road. He hit the seat release, making room between him and the steering wheel.
    "Get up here, quick.” He pulled her with one hand and placed the other on top of her head, so she didn't hit the roof as she straddled his erection.
    Bethany didn't wait for his hands to land on her waist. She was wet, wanting, and she was going to take this man. She seated herself on him, taking his full thick length in one hard thrust.
    They both cried out.
    She began moving in a fast rhythm up and down on his shaft. She watched his face tighten, and his whiskey brown eyes fight to stay open. The wet slurp and slap of their bodies echoed in the small space. His scent combined with hers, filling the air and their lungs. She never knew it could be this good!
    "You are so beautiful, Bethany,” he whispered with what breath he had left.
    "So are you, Jack.” She gasped as he pressed his thumb to her clitoris and stroked it in a circular motion, taking her to the top in seconds. “Yes, oh yes, Jack, that's the spot."
    "Come for me, sweetheart. I can't hold on,” Jack said right before groaning with sweet release. His cock throbbed inside her as he filled her with his sperm.
    She continued to pump his cock, milking it dry. She reached her own orgasm as he ended his. He watched her body shudder. They felt the surge of wetness release over his cock. Gasping for breath, she finally stopped. Her brown curls were wild and unruly, giving her the look of the woman she was. Wild, sexy, and his.
    "I better get up before we get arrested.” She laughed. “I really needed that. I feel a lot better now."
    "Glad to be of service.” Jack swatted her butt as she dismounted him. She slowly crawled back to her seat. “You can spend the rest of the ride naked if you like."
    "I plan on sleeping the rest of the ride.” Yawning, she stretched like a cat. Her body was limp and well sated. Lazily, she pulled her pants and T-shirt back on foregoing the bra and panties. She buckled herself back in and settled against the seat.

Chapter 6
    "Bethany.” Jack shook her gently. The woman slept like the dead. “Bethany, this is your last chance to go to the bathroom."
    "What?” she said sleepily and stretched. Her nipples pebbled against the T-shirt, and he reminded