Free Sand and Sin by Dani Jace Page B

brake pedal and let his thighs fall open.
    “Slow. Angel.” While he controlled the wheel, his free hand curved over her back and down her ass and smoothed along the seam of her sweet pussy. “So wet.”
    Her moan vibrated around his shaft. He rocked against the erotic sensation that drove him deeper into her tight mouth. Heat suffused him in pleasure. He’d had a hand job while driving, but being blown behind the wheel had been a longtime fantasy.
    Air rushed through the open windows, chilling his dick, making the moist descent of her mouth even hotter. The truck’s radial tires echoed on the lonely pavement.
    Like siting through the scope of his rifle on a target, maintaining complete concentration, this was no different. The road became a target and his cock his gun. Her mouth was the trigger, so sensitive, yet it wielded all the power.
    His vision narrowed. His heart rate dropped and he claimed the wheel with both hands.
    She stroked him with her exquisite tongue searing his engorged head. The act sent shivers down his spine. Only blocks away from the house, he managed to signal and braked for the turn.
    She began to hum.
    He clenched his ass as the truck rolled for the driveway, speared deep in her throat and let go. Hot cum erupted in bursts as she drank him dry. He hit the brake at the last second.
    After he floated back to earth, he tugged her head from his lap and crushed her mouth against his. “Get ready, Angel.”
     
     

Chapter 12
     
    Peri couldn’t believe her brazen act, but damn if she wasn’t proud.
    From the pale color of his face, she must have shocked him as well. Good thing he had excellent control and driving skills, or they’d be front-page news and not in a good way.
    Going down on him had her slick and ready.
    After his kiss, he leaned over and glazed her pussy with a hot lick.
    She clutched his hair. “I want you. Now.”
    Swept into his arms, her feet never touched the stairs.
    Inside, he cut off the outside lights and opened the glass door to the deck, then seated her on the picnic table. “It’s not a pool table, but you won’t notice after I’m inside you.”
    His gravelly voice made her nipples draw tight.
    He lowered his head as he stripped her panties from her legs.
    “Someone might see.”
    “You didn’t care during our drive home.” He smiled devilishly, unbuttoning his shirt.
    Reclined on her elbows, she remained speechless as he parted her knees and gave her an intimate kiss. She might be reluctant, but her body reacted with ever-growing desire.
    With slow licks, he started at her upper thigh and worked his way to her already quivering clit. She rocked against his talented tongue. When his fingers filled her, she arched off the table. “Oh, God.”
    “No. Jax.”
    The zip of his slacks foretold his next move. She could hardly wait and angled up, anxious to witness every second.
    Completely naked, he stood like a predatory warrior. His muscular shoulders and rock-hard chest accented his six-pack. Already hard again, he grasped his erection in a leisurely fashion but with deliberate strokes. He studied her as she watched.
    She’d never imagined the act as foreplay until now. He was a god of hedonism, and she wanted to be his oh-so-willing sacrifice.
    She needed to remember this moment. All of her moments with him. Because after this man, no other would ever compare.
    He capped his swollen crest with a condom and slowly rolled it over his thickness, then pressed against her entrance.
    It saddened her that she’d never feel him bare. Skin against skin. The sight of him slowly filling her made her gasp in pleasure. Erotic. Each inch stretched her snug inner walls, skimming along sensitive nerves. Making her forget her worries and nearly her name.
    “My beautiful Angel. What you do to me.” His low, sultry voice stroked her as intimately as his cock. He dipped his head while freeing her breasts from her dress. The sea breeze caressed her bare skin, adding to the