Free American Made (Against the Tides #2) by Katheryn Kiden Page B

really wanna bury my tongue in your pussy right now.”
    “Yes, please,” she whispers against my mouth. 
    I barely have time to pull my finger out of her before she’s scurrying onto her back as fast as she can without hurting herself. I twist until I’m kneeling on the floorboard and grab her hips, tugging her toward me again. I push one of her legs out of my way, hooking her heel over the back of the seat. Without me even asking, she proves her flexibility and uses the steering wheel to hold her other leg out of my way. The position she gets herself into leaves her spread wide open for me and I wouldn’t want it any other way. 
    Leaning in, I run my fingers through the wetness in her pussy again before dragging it to her ass and working a finger back into her. I blow across her clit, following the trail with my tongue. I eat her pussy like I’m starving and work a second finger into her ass. Using my free hand, I open her pussy more and plunge my tongue into her before rubbing her clit between my fingers.
    The cab of the truck fills with the sound of her moaning and panting but it’s nothing compared to the sound of her screaming my name and it echoing around me. It spurs me on. Letting go of her clit, I suck it between my lips, rolling my tongue over it while filling her pussy with three fingers. I drive them into her, sliding them in time with the ones in her ass until her body clamps down on my fingers and her pussy spasms with her orgasm.
    As much as I want to feel my cock buried in her pussy right now, I wouldn’t trade what just happened for anything—tasting her as she came gives me a high that I can’t even begin to explain. Emerson’s body continues to thrash but I don’t stop until I’m satisfied and she’s pushing me away. I help unhook her legs from where they are and slide her clothes back into place as she tries to catch her breath.
    “My turn.” Smiling, she tries to push me back against the seat but I stop her. “What are you doin?” she asks.
    I grab her and kiss her again. I know she can taste herself on my tongue but she doesn’t seem to care and that turns me on more. My cock throbs in protest of what I’m about to do, threatening to make me pay later.
    “You didn’t say anything about you touchin’ me in this theory of yours, gorgeous. As much as I wanna feel your pussy slide down over my cock I just can’t let that happen right now. It doesn’t matter that my poor cock is beggin’ to slide into that perfect ass of yours, or feel your tongue slide along it before suckin’ it deep into your mouth. I just couldn’t handle swayin’ your mind.”
    “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” 
    I grin. “I’m not fuckin’ you until you figure out if this theory of yours is true. If my touchin’ you cured whatever you were thinkin’ about me, I’ll do anything you want me to do to you.”
    “And if it didn’t?” she whispers, letting me know that she already knows even if she doesn’t want to admit it.
    I shift to the edge of the seat and open the door, sliding to the ground without looking away from her. “Simple. If it didn’t cure your needs, you tell me what you want from me and then I’ll do whatever you need me to do to your body to get you to scream my name again.”
    “I can’t believe you’re gonna walk away without fuckin’ me,” she mutters when I get ready to close the door.
    “There’s a simple solution, Emerson. Tell me that I’m right and this infatuation you say we have isn’t goin’ away simply because I touch you and get it out of our systems, and I promise I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
    I slam the door closed and stroll back to my truck. I wait for her to scream at me to come back, but she doesn’t. It’s OK, though, because based on the look in her eyes I don’t think it will be long before she’s begging for me to fuck her senseless.
     



GENTRY
    My stomach churns as I check the zipper on my dry