Free Drive: Cougars, Cars and Kink, Book 1 by Teresa Noelle Roberts Page A

sensation shot through her, she reached for his dark hair to keep him doing exactly what he was doing, but some instinct told her no. Not now. He might not mind, but she’d never known it was possible for a guy to go down on a woman in such a take-charge way and she didn’t want to break that mood. Break that feeling of being sweetly taken, pushed, tormented.
    Although he seemed entirely absorbed in what he was doing to her, he must have noticed the struggle not to take control, and the way she’d defeated that urge. “Good girl,” he crooned, looking up enough to meet her eyes. “Such a sweet, tasty cunt. But it’s empty, isn’t it? I bet you want something to fill it up.”
    She nodded. Until he’d spoken, she’d been riding the pleasure of his tongue, but his sultry, sweetly nasty words made her ache to be filled.
    “Say it, Suzanne,” he demanded. For a second, all she could do was watch his mouth. The angled light from the one lamp they had lit highlighted how his lips and chin gleamed with her juices. “Tell me what you want.”
    “I want something inside me while you eat me. I can’t have your cock, so let me have your fingers.”
    One finger poised between her pussy lips, ready to enter. “How many?” There was a mischievous lilt to his voice.
    Suzanne could dimly remember the years when she and Frank had suffered bed-death, when she would have been fucking thrilled to have one finger inside her because it was better than the nothing or impersonal silicone she’d gotten used to. But every cell was screaming for more now, eager to make up for long deprivation. Her body remembered being young, wild and greedy, but also recalled she wasn’t so young anymore and could call up every experience she’d ever had, book she’d ever read, filthy image she’d ever glimpsed online, and crazy story she’d heard from Janice, to let her know what she wanted and give her the nerve to express it. “All of them,” she managed to say, although her voice sounded anything but normal. “I want all your fingers, Neil.”
    He laughed deep in his chest, a laugh that sounded almost like a purr.
    Then he turned his attention back to her clit at the same time he entered her with two fingers.
    He started with a slow, rhythmic thrusting, matching his licks to his thrusts. She thought she might die on the spot. Somehow he was keeping the pleasure building, past the point where she’d normally come; just when she was about to explode, he’d switch to doing something just as devastatingly good, yet different enough to keep her hovering but not quite blasting off.
    When her belly began to ripple in time to his thrusts, he pulled his fingers all the way out, leaving her cunt clasping at nothing—then pushed back in, hard and decisive, with a third. She couldn’t suppress the cry that undulated from her throat. “So good. Oh God, so good. So full.” His tongue was relentless, and with the fingers as well, the combination was insane. She rocked her hips, trying to get more of the deliciously invading fingers, the tormenting tongue. She wanted to come, needed to come, but at the same time, this extended push was blissful and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to end. Her head swam, her body trembled.
    Neil drew his hand back, entered her again, and this time, it was almost too much yet just enough. Filling her, finding places that cocks, no matter how much she loved them, sometimes had trouble reaching. At the same time, his tongue swirled just the way she needed.
    Her whole body tightened, then arched off the bed with the force of her orgasm. Her cunt clenched around his thick fingers. It almost hurt but the brush with pain made her clench harder, cry out louder.
    He released her clit, but kept four fingers inside her as he said, “Oh God, I could almost come just watching you, good girl. Someday I’m going to take an hour to tie you down and fist you. Would you like that?”
    There were words, Suzanne knew, words that could