Free Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) by R.G. Alexander Page B

for. Using one hand to push her jeans and underwear down to her thighs, he bared her ass to his gaze.
    “ Yes. Oh baby, the things I’m going to do to this sweet ass.” He pinched her flesh when she froze. “Don’t stop.” The hand in her hair tightened in a desperate warning. She licked his shaft. “Don’t stop.”
    He gripped and rubbed the silken flesh, spreading her cheeks, caressing her. He could feel the tremor beneath her skin. She wanted him too. Needed as much as he did. He straightened his long arm and slid his hand past her tempting ass until he was cupping her wet sex. So wet and hot. He licked his lips, remembering, even after so many years, how sweet she’d tasted.
    His fingers squeezed her clit and pressed, loving the noises she made against his skin. “You like that?” he asked. She nodded, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked his flesh hard into her mouth. “Yeah, you love it, don’t you? You’ll love this too.”
    He slid one thick finger inside her, then a second, groaning at how tight she was. He always forgot what a small thing she was, how petite. He’d have to be careful. Hurting her, causing her true pain, was the last thing he wanted.
    Thinking was too hard. All he could do was feel. Her mouth…where did she learn that? That trick she did with her teeth? He snarled. He didn’t fucking care, as long as she did it again.
    He was fucking her with his fingers, thrusting in and out in rhythm with her talented mouth. So good. Goddamn rockets’-red-glare good. How much better would it be when he was finally buried to the hilt inside her?
    That thought sent him over the edge. “Trudy! Ahh. I’m coming. Can you? Will you—”
    She moaned her assent and he let go, his hot climax pulsing down his cock and into her mouth. At last. Trudy’s mouth. His Trudy. He came so hard he saw stars and he shouted her name. “Trudy!”
    He picked up the rhythm of his thrusts, her sex clenching around his fingers and her hips rocking into his hand. She was still sucking on his cock, still licking his shaft. He never wanted her to stop. “You feel like heaven, baby.” He spoke low and soft despite the pounding in his ears. “But it’s your turn. I need you to come for me.”
    Her hips arched and his fingers slipped deeper inside. “Take it, Trudy. Take what you need. Come on my hand, baby. Now.”
    He felt it happen. Sweet Jesus, he could already feel his desire, along with his cock, stirring again at how wet she was. How responsive to his slightest command. “Good. That’s perfect,” he soothed, caressing her thighs, her ass until the shaking stopped. “You’re perfect.”
    She lifted her mouth and he pulled her clothing back over her hips before shifting to button his jeans and get back behind the wheel. He cranked the a/c unit he’d thankfully installed into the Chevy years ago on high, knowing he couldn’t wait for a dip in the pond to cool off. In place of a cold shower, this would do for the moment. Maybe stop him from jumping on her again as soon as they got home. They had talking to do. Not his favorite pastime when all he could think about was the things he wanted to do to her. He would much rather show than tell. But he’d planned this evening out. Every detail was in place.
    He hadn’t expected things to move this quickly. Hadn’t expected to be this thrown by having her close. Hadn’t expected her mouth on his…
    He inhaled the cooler air and focused on control. Trudy was hell on his plans.
    She was also too far away from him. He could practically see her pulling into herself, as if she was shocked by her own behavior. He couldn’t have that.
    “Come here, Trudy. I need you close.” He lifted his arm and she scooted over until he could wrap it around her, using his hand, fingers still wet with her sweet-smelling arousal, to press her head against his chest. “That’s better.”
    She took a big shuddering breath and buried her face in his shirt.
    “You okay?” he asked