Page 139 of Ruled Out

“Wear my name and our number while I eat you, Mia. I’m fucking starving.”

My pussy pulses as I shrug off my jacket, and he pulls the jersey over my head. It’s way too big as it hangs off me. But I’ve never felt this sexy while wearing anything before.

I never want to take it off.

His breath hitches in his throat as his eyes trail over me.

Reaching down between us, he slips his hand underneath the hem. “You look like total perfection in my jersey. Now, sit on my face and let me lick your pussy while you wear it.”

I look around at the tiny space, my pussy throbbing. “In here?”

A cheeky smile traces his lips. “Right here.”

Reaching down and to the side, Jessie adjusts the electric driver’s seat, sending it all the way forward, giving him just enough room to slide down beneath me as I rise to my knees and hover over him on the back seat.

When I feel his warm breath against my already-dripping pussy, I expect him to push my panties to one side. Instead, material tears as he rips them off me with both hands, throwing them onto the floor beside him.

“Lower,” he commands.

I spread my legs wider, and his face disappears beneath his jersey.

When I feel his tongue tease my clit, I whimper, already so close to coming.

On a growl, his hands come to my hips, pushing me down. “I said I was starving, and I meant it.”

“I’ll suffocate you,” I cry out as his tongue fucks my pussy.

Lifting me up for a brief second, he swipes his tongue through me as one of his hands traces the curve of my ass, dipping underneath the back of the jersey. When he gently slides a finger into my soaking wet asshole, I cry out into the silent parking lot, the windows of my car steaming up around us.

“If I die right here, with your cunt in my mouth, my fingers teasing your sweet ass, and my name stamped across your back, I’ll have zero complaints, Sweetheart.”

I lift the hem of the jersey so I can see what he’s doing, and he pulls out his finger and brings it to his lips, sucking off the taste of me.

“That’s so hot,” I tell him.

He offers me a cheeky smile and then spits onto his fingers. “I warned you I have a filthy mouth, and now I want to finger your ass properly. Can you be a good girl for me and hover that pussy over my mouth while I do it? Because I guarantee you’ll squirt.”

My head falls forward onto the headrest in front of me. “Yes.”

“Good girl. I’ll make a slut of you yet.”

Taking more of my release onto his finger, he reenters my ass and slowly pushes it all the way inside. His other hand grips my left hip, pushing me down onto his face.

“Jessie!” I cry as I lean forward into the headrest, granting him easier access to my ass as he pumps his finger, touching deep inside me.

Since his mouth is full of my pussy, he doesn’t say anything in response, but by the way he growls against me, I know I’m giving him everything he wants.

After a couple more strokes of my ass, my moans increase as I dangle over the edge of coming harder than I ever have before.

He must know I’m not far away by the way I’m contracting around his tongue, and he pulls me back up. “Grab the headrest,Mia, and spread those gorgeous thighs as far as they’ll go for me.”

Wrapping my arms around the two headrests, I slowly ease my thighs apart until I’m practically doing the splits over his face.

When he pumps me again, pressure builds inside me, and I know I’m about to release all the way down his throat.

“I’m coming!” I gasp. “Take me.”

At the final second, he lifts the jersey up with his free hand, letting me watch the way he swallows me down as I gush straight into his mouth. I’m gripping the headrests so hard that I’m sure my nails are damaging the leather, but I don’t care.