Free HIS (A Billionaire Romance Novel) by Kat Jackson

fingers.
     
    “Fuck,” he grunted, shifting in his seat. I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to finish this.
     
    I licked my way up his bare shaft, greedily lapping up all the juices he’d spilled until I reached his bloated cockhead. I captured it in my mouth, moaning as I slid my lips all the way back down to his wiry thatch of hair. I buried my nose in it, taking a deep breath before ramming Tyler into my throat. He bucked suddenly and cursed again, and I could feel that he was already close to giving way.
     
    “Suck me,” he muttered, gathering my hair with one hand to pull it away from my face. I could sense him watching me as I bobbed steadily on his massive cock. “Get that cum, slut. I’m going to cover you in it. I’m going to make sure everyone knows what a dirty whore you are.”
     
    And at that moment, I wanted someone to know. The thought thrilled me like nothing else, save for Tyler’s hitching, pulsating cock. I pulled out all the stops, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked as hard as I could on his rigid mast. He reached underneath me to pull my tits out again, then lower until he hiked up my skirt—the skirt he’d made me wear for our trip out here.
     
    “Get up on your knees. Ass to the window.”
     
    I obeyed, never taking his dick out of my mouth for a second as I rose to all fours. I held on tightly to the center console as the cold glass chilled my rear through my sheer panties. The panties that Tyler was currently pulling aside to reveal my wanting slit.
     
    “Look at that,” he marveled. “You’re making a mess all over that window.” He slid his hand down between my thighs and I muffed a squeal on his dick. “Let’s make a bigger one, shall we?”
     
    He tapped and rubbed his fingers all over my aching clit, finding the rhythm he knew I couldn’t resist and pounding down my defenses with it. I spread my legs wider, pushing my cunt against his hand and deepthroating him until I gagged.
     
    “Close your eyes, Valerie,” he cooed, and even as I sucked him off, I did as I was told. “Now, imagine that on the other side of this window, people are watching.”
     
    I moaned. My breasts heaved. My nipples grazed the side of the console, sending currents of ecstasy into my clit. As Tyler’s voice, a low, strangled purr, painted the scene for me, I let my imagination run wild, envisioning every word he spoke.
     
    “They’re out there, Valerie. They’re watching you get fingered like a little slut. They’re watching you blow me in my car. They can see your magnificent ass bouncing up and down as you hump my fingers. They’re staring at this pink slit I’ve opened up for them.” He dipped one finger inside my hole as if to drive the point home, and I reeled with bliss. “They’re watching you smear your lust all over the window, and next, they’re going to watch me make you cum in your panties.”
     
    Oh, thank God. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I whimpered and started stroking Tyler frantically, mouth open, tongue out, begging him to give me his load as he drove me closer to release.
     
    “On the count of three, Valerie,” he said. “One…” His fingers quickened their pace, playing my clit like a familiar instrument. “Two…” The friction built into an inescapable, unbearable heat that made my pussy sing. He paused for a while, stretching it out until I squealed. And then he said, “Show them what a good whore I have, Valerie… three. ”
     
    I exploded. Something between my hips stretched thin and then snapped, sending ripples of euphoria through me as I wailed and screamed. I ground against Tyler’s fingers, trying to get them inside of me as I pulsed with satisfaction. My limbs felt numb and leaden as I tried to hold myself up long enough to earn my own sweet treat from Tyler’s cock.
     
    But as stars burst in front of my eyes, he pulled his fingers away, pressed them to my mouth, and said, “No. Wait.” Then he forced me to sit back