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back until he was almost fully reclined. Those long fingers made quick work of the denim, and she licked her lips again as his erection sprang free. He palmed the shaft, stroking down it and gliding his thumb across the damp tip.
“You want this, baby,” he purred. “Come and take what you want.”
He lifted his hand and ran his thumb over her lip. She opened wide, sucking it in and nursing the digit, cleaning the taste of pre-cum from it. He groaned, head snapping back against the seat, cock flexing out as if begging her to focus on it. She was more than willing to comply. She reached for her jeans but couldn’t wait. She rose to her knees, bending over and dropping her mouth over that thick stalk. It was hard to work him without her hands, but she needed her jeans off.
Calloway was more than willing to help. His fingers slid through her hair, cradling her scalp as he held her head in place and shallowly thrust into her mouth. So good. So incredibly good. Pre-cum spilled, and she devoured every drop. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, paying close attention to the small notch just under the glans. She nibbled the head, scraping gently with her teeth before opening wider and encouraging him to thrust deeper.
She lost her balance as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her jeans and panties farther down her legs. Calloway moved one hand to steady her hips. She overcompensated, bending forward more, and ended up with his cock deep in the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, breathing shut off as her airway was effectively blocked by his rigid flesh. Calloway cried out, pleasure ripe in his voice, and she struggled to remember how to breathe through her nose so she could give him the level of penetration he desired.
He was the one to pull her off. While she was still catching her breath, he managed to finish stripping her from the waist down and tugged her across to straddle his hips. His cock filled her, his hands pushing her hips down as he thrust up. His gaze locked on hers, staying there as he fucked her.
“Darby,” he groaned, snapping her out of the spell she’d fallen under.
She gripped his shoulders and began moving, slamming her hips down on him, wanting it hard, wanting it fast and deep. This was taking, claiming, staking ownership. It was primal. It was spiritual. It was exactly what she wanted. She dropped her head to his neck as the first orgasm ripped through her, teeth clamping onto his trapezius muscle and clenching tight.
He cried out again, bucking beneath her. One hand reached up to jerk her head to the side then his teeth clamped onto her, sinking deep into the mark he’d given her. Another orgasm ripped through her, this one taking him along for the ride. Darby blacked out for a moment, coming back to his hand stroking leisurely up and down her spine.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she mumbled and loved the way his husky laugh washed over her hair.
“Yeah, the front seat of my truck isn’t the most comfortable place to have sex.”
She looked up and grinned. “I’d do it again.”
His cock twitched inside her.
“Careful or it’ll be much sooner than you think.”
She was ready to dare him, to beg for another round, when his phone went off. They both glanced at it. Calloway must have recognized the number. He sighed then answered, placing it on speaker phone.
“Any problems?”
Darby sat up at the commanding tone of the voice. There was no doubt in her mind who it was. It was the alpha, Utah Pearce. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. Calloway groaned, reaching out to hold her hips so she’d stop wiggling on his cock that had apparently jumped on board with going another round.
“We’ve…uh…had a slight delay, but we’ll be there on schedule.”
“Everything okay?”
There was something about Utah’s voice that had Darby wanting to drop to her knees and bow. What the hell? Was that also from the mating, or was there just something about the
“You want this, baby,” he purred. “Come and take what you want.”
He lifted his hand and ran his thumb over her lip. She opened wide, sucking it in and nursing the digit, cleaning the taste of pre-cum from it. He groaned, head snapping back against the seat, cock flexing out as if begging her to focus on it. She was more than willing to comply. She reached for her jeans but couldn’t wait. She rose to her knees, bending over and dropping her mouth over that thick stalk. It was hard to work him without her hands, but she needed her jeans off.
Calloway was more than willing to help. His fingers slid through her hair, cradling her scalp as he held her head in place and shallowly thrust into her mouth. So good. So incredibly good. Pre-cum spilled, and she devoured every drop. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, paying close attention to the small notch just under the glans. She nibbled the head, scraping gently with her teeth before opening wider and encouraging him to thrust deeper.
She lost her balance as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her jeans and panties farther down her legs. Calloway moved one hand to steady her hips. She overcompensated, bending forward more, and ended up with his cock deep in the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, breathing shut off as her airway was effectively blocked by his rigid flesh. Calloway cried out, pleasure ripe in his voice, and she struggled to remember how to breathe through her nose so she could give him the level of penetration he desired.
He was the one to pull her off. While she was still catching her breath, he managed to finish stripping her from the waist down and tugged her across to straddle his hips. His cock filled her, his hands pushing her hips down as he thrust up. His gaze locked on hers, staying there as he fucked her.
“Darby,” he groaned, snapping her out of the spell she’d fallen under.
She gripped his shoulders and began moving, slamming her hips down on him, wanting it hard, wanting it fast and deep. This was taking, claiming, staking ownership. It was primal. It was spiritual. It was exactly what she wanted. She dropped her head to his neck as the first orgasm ripped through her, teeth clamping onto his trapezius muscle and clenching tight.
He cried out again, bucking beneath her. One hand reached up to jerk her head to the side then his teeth clamped onto her, sinking deep into the mark he’d given her. Another orgasm ripped through her, this one taking him along for the ride. Darby blacked out for a moment, coming back to his hand stroking leisurely up and down her spine.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she mumbled and loved the way his husky laugh washed over her hair.
“Yeah, the front seat of my truck isn’t the most comfortable place to have sex.”
She looked up and grinned. “I’d do it again.”
His cock twitched inside her.
“Careful or it’ll be much sooner than you think.”
She was ready to dare him, to beg for another round, when his phone went off. They both glanced at it. Calloway must have recognized the number. He sighed then answered, placing it on speaker phone.
“Any problems?”
Darby sat up at the commanding tone of the voice. There was no doubt in her mind who it was. It was the alpha, Utah Pearce. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. Calloway groaned, reaching out to hold her hips so she’d stop wiggling on his cock that had apparently jumped on board with going another round.
“We’ve…uh…had a slight delay, but we’ll be there on schedule.”
“Everything okay?”
There was something about Utah’s voice that had Darby wanting to drop to her knees and bow. What the hell? Was that also from the mating, or was there just something about the
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