Free First Ride by Tara Oakes Page A

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    Kissing’s more of a chick thing, but I swear her lips taste like they’re coated in sugar. Sweet, delicious. I want more. I take more.
    My mouth is bigger than hers, covering and prying her soft lips open until I’m deep in the center. She wriggles under me, moving to free her hands and they skim up my side causing me to shiver from some unseen electric current.
    Once she reaches my shoulders, her fingers grab hold behind them, sliding into place behind my neck. Her tongue is strong, silently pleading with mine to continue, her neck lifting off the soft pillow following me as I pull back.
    “Dawson,” she whispers as I release her mouth.
    I feel a rush of blood down to my already swollen cock at the sound of my name passing her lips. “God, baby. Tell me you’re on the fucking pill?”
    Her eyelids fling open, full of regret. She slowly shakes her head no. Closing my eyes, I hate that I’ll have to settle, not being able to feel her the way I want to, the way I need to.
    No time to fucking waste wishing for what isn’t.
    My hands move roughly, each taking hold of the hem of her shirt, lifting high as she helps wriggle free of it. Her perfectly round and smooth tits bounce on full display, each nipple taught and tight.
    Flattening my hand, I pass my palm over just the tip, hovering over the nub of one, feeling it brush against my own skin every time her chest expands while breathing.
    Each second of contact makes her eyes tighten more, until she arches her back and fills my now cupped hand with the supple flesh.
    “Dawson,” she pants again as my thumb and forefinger toy with the rounded peak.
    My other hand throws off the now useless towel wrapped around it into the shadows of the corner of the room and begins to work the buckle of my belt. The clinking metallic sounds cause her eyes to fly open and stare at the show in front of her as the leather strap falls to the side.
    “Shhh,” I tease her, releasing her tortured nipple and using the back of my fingernail to stalk a line up through her cleavage, over her pounding heart, her neck, up to her neglected lips where I skim circles around the velvety pink border with the pad of my ring finger.
    The muted pop of the button on my jeans coming undoing excites her and she surprises the shit out of me by opening her perfect mouth and latching onto my finger, nearly swallowing it whole.
    Her warm, wet, mouth sucking on that small part of me nearly causes me to loose my load right then and there as I push hard against the denim around my hips, freeing my dick to point up at her.
    She watches it in amazement, acting out some fantasy for it with my finger and her tongue. I play along and slide in and out to the last knuckle, each movement making my cock twitch in anticipation.
    She’s different, my Angel. I know the regular shit just won’t do for her tonight.
    Her eyes soften and lock onto mine as I fist my cock watching her cheeks hollow with her death-like grip on my slippery finger.
    “Where’d a good girl like you learn to suck like that?” I taunt her.
    She winks at me promisingly and I growl deep. What’s that thing they say about the good ones? I’m dying to find out if it’s true.
    “You like to suck, huh?” I ask rhetorically. I can already tell she does and I can’t wait until every inch of my rock hard dick is buried in her throat but … there’s time for that. “Me first.”
    I pull my soaked finger from her mouth as she scrapes it deliciously with her teeth, not wanting to let it go, licking her glistening lips when it’s gone.
    Fuck!
    I concentrate on not losing myself at her tiny little seductions. She likes to tease? Well I’m the fucking master when it comes to teasing. Taking hold of her shorts, I pull hard causing her to jump from the sudden roughness until a tiny patch of perfect curls are the only thing left where her panties once were.
    My dick throbs at the sight wanting to plunge in, but I talk myself down off the imaginary