Page 212 of The First Taste

Burn. The moon. The farmhouse. This fucking car.

That cock…

“Just us,” he says, turning to me with a slow smile, his eyes slowly drinking me in.

“It’s perfect,” I say.

“Perfect for what, Talia?”

The fire inside of me blazes, sending flames of desire tearing through me with the solid knowledge that my moment has finally fucking come. I’m so ready to get it over with that I have to remind myself to slow down.

Burn’s full of confidence. But he has no idea what I’ve kept leashed all these years. He has no idea what is about to explode out of my body, like a juiced up racehorse just waiting for her chance to sprint out of the gate at long last.

“For this,” I hiss.

In a flash, I’m straddling him, the steering wheel digging into my back and the gearshift fighting for space with my knee. For a split second, I think it might be impossible in such a confined space, but I’m determined and there is nothing that is going to keep me from accomplishing my goal tonight.

Our mouths crash together, our lips and tongues colliding with hungry passion. His cock presses up into my pussy, hot and throbbing and hard.

Maybe I should tell him I’ve never done it before.

Maybe I should stop to ask if he’s okay with being my first.

Maybe I should wait for Prince Charming’s safe fairytale dick.

But I don’t do anything like that.

I kiss him like a hungry harlot, embracing my inner bad bitch, and take him like I know I’ll remember every detail for the rest of my life and I want to be proud of myself.

My hips roll, my pussy grinding against his hardness, as I kiss him deeply as my dress rides up over my hips. His hands grab my tits, pinching my nipples hard through my pink dress. But I want those hands on my skin, so I break my lips away from his, and grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, revealing my bare breasts to his waiting lips.

“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes dilating as he takes me in.

He captures my nipple with his mouth eagerly, groaning as I sink my fingers in his hair, arching my back as I revel in the feel of his wet mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan, rolling my hips again, grinding my pussy hard into his throbbing heat.

He pulls his lips from my nipples and stares up at me with his black as night eyes.

“Goddammit, you’re fucking hot, Talia, you sexy bitch!” He grabs a handful of my hair at the nap of my neck, pulling it back as his lips land on my neck, sucking hard and nibbling, my flesh stinging under his heat. “I’m going to fuck you so damned hard.”

His words leave my thighs shuddering, my pussy spasming with anticipation against his hardness. He twitches and bucks his hips up toward me impatiently.

“I can’t fucking wait,” he growls, his eyes peering into mine — savage and demanding. He reaches down between us, his hands delving into my panties as he slides his fingertip over my clit again, then slides down to feel the slickness of my desire. He groans, shaking his head. “Christ, you’re fucking wet.”

Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he holds my gaze as he tastes me.

“Fucking delicious,” he says, shaking his head. “Are you going to let me fuck you, Talia?”

Speechless, I nod slowly.

“Good girl,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my clit. “I have an idea, though.”

He reaches behind me and hits another button on the dash and the car doors swoosh skyward. I’m still straddling him, and he grabs my hips, his long, thick fingers digging into my flesh as he carries me out of the car and sits me down on the hood. I smile up at him as he puts his hand on my chest, and gently pushes me back until I’m lying down, the curve of the car mimicking the arch of my back.

Burn stands between my thighs and begins undressing under the moonlight, slowly removing his clothes in a clear effort to tease me.

It works.