Page 73 of The Retaliation You Deliver

I hold his gaze, biting down on my bottom lips as I silently beg for him to do something.

My chest heaves, the thunder continues to rumble in the distance as he stands motionless just staring at me.

“Little innocent Macie Fletcher and her white cotton panties laid out on the hood of my car dripping wet and desperate for my cock. Who would’ve thought it?”

The excited twinkle in his eyes makes my heart happy.

Remembering his words from not so long ago, I echo them.

“You’re the only one I can be me with. The only one I don’t need to hide from.”

“Oh, baby. You don’t need to hide who you are from anyone. You’re fucking incredible.”

Without saying another word, he presses his palms to the inside of my thighs, opening me up as wide as I’ll go as he drops to his knees before me.

“And you taste like fucking heaven and I’m starving.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s got my panties pulled aside and he licks up the length of my pussy, making me cry out in the silent night around us.

My thighs clamp around his head as the intense sensation consumes me, making me try to fight him off.

“Macie, Macie, Macie,” he chants. “Be a good girl and let me eat you, baby.”

My legs are forced wide again as he sucks on my clit before dropping lower and spearing his tongue inside me.

I cry out into the night as the feeling of him between my thighs and the cold rain pounding down on my skin becomes too much.

“Leon.”

My grip in his hair must become painful as I drag him closer, but he never complains, only growls against me, sending bolts of pleasure shooting around my body.

Focusing on my clit, he teases my entrance, making my pussy greedily try to suck him inside.

“Please, Leon. Please,” I beg, digging my heels into his back in my need to get him closer.

“Filthy girl,” he mutters against me, finally giving me what I need and pushing two fingers inside me, immediately curling them so he hits the spot that makes me cry out and for my release to come surging forward.

“Leon,” I scream, my back lifting from his car as my orgasm slams into me.

His tongue doesn’t stop its assault on my pussy as I ride out my high, my heated skin erupting in goose bumps as the cool breeze whips past me.

“I’m addicted, baby,” he says, pulling his face from between my thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“More,” I breathe, making him laugh, but I’m not about to sit up and demand he takes me home, not when I can see his cock trying to bust out of his pants.

A wicked smile curls at his lips as he shakes his head at me.

“You’ve fucking ruined me, Red. Fucking. Ruined. Me.”

Without taking his eyes from mine, he stands, rips his fly open and pushes his pants down over his ass, freeing his length.

“Leon,” I whimper, dropping my eyes down his wet body to where he’s fisting himself. “I need—”

“I know what you need, Red,” he assures, allowing me to slide down the hood of his car until he lifts the bottom half of my body with one firm hand on my ass.

My thighs clench with desire when he rubs the head of his cock through my wetness.

“So wet for me, Red. Have you been thinking about this since Saturday night?”