Nashville SEAL: Jameson: Nashville SEALs Read Online Free Page B

and firmness, telegraphing her need.
    She moaned as she leaned into him. Damn the short bench seats in Nick’s Hummer. Her knee was already over his thigh. A few movements later and all that white organza would be the death of both of them, obscuring the windshield. He had to think quickly.
    “I want to fuck you before we get to the Inn. Is that wrong, Lizzie? Tell me it’s what you want.”
    “I want you to fuck me hard, Jameson, in my dress, I want you to find my pussy under all these skirts, rescue it from all this proper bridal bliss. I want you to fuck me senseless, dirty. Make me your slave. I’ll do anything you want.”
    Geez. He was going to come, and maybe it would be a good thing. He could press against the fabric of the trousers and just spew. No taking these back without first going to the dry cleaner, and not the one they knew, someone who he could face when he told him he’d have to clean jiz off the pants. Probably wouldn’t be the first time either. But he’d need to be able to look this guy in the eye like a stranger.
    “How long before we get there?” she whispered.
    “Honey, you just unzip me, and we’re there.”
    Her little tinkle of laughter made him start to buzz from his groin to his toes. He hoped he could get her to do that when he came inside her. He knew what that would feel like.
    She took instruction well. His Lizzie was a quick study, and it was easy to play sex games with her, always had been. Her fingers unzipped his pants and he erupted into a stiff column of pink flesh of need. Her little inhale and moan just before she squeezed him, thumbing over his crown, spreading his precum way too slowly over his head.
    “If I put my lips on it, will you promise to fuck me hard later?”
    “I promise.”
    “Will you eat my pussy too?”
    “Not while I’m driving, but yes, sweet Lizzie, and goddammit, please suck me right now or I’m going to spew all over the windshield.”
    That tinkle of laughter again nearly made him spill.
    She placed her other hand around him, cupping him like a gourmet morsel, bent over, licked him with her hot tongue which forced a gasp from him involuntarily, and then her full lips were around him as she sucked, making those delicious noises. He didn’t want her to be delicate. He wanted to be devoured.
    On cue, she went down on him, allowing him to feel the back of her throat as she pulled him deep. Her fingers fondled his balls, coaxing him. It was painful to hold back, but he was trying.
    Up and down she slowly worked, her tongue wrapping around his shaft, long strokes that ended in a popping noise when she released him. She grabbed his hand from the steering wheel and licked his palm. With one hand firmly encircling his shaft, she leaned back, tossing that one leg over the back of his seat, pulling up her petticoats between her arched knees and showing him that she had no panties on. She grabbed his hand and guided him to her while he tried to concentrate on the road.
    It was no use. The vision of her pink petals, glistening with her own arousal, made it impossible to continue. He pulled to the side of the highway, grateful for the huge oak tree they could hide the Hummer behind. That is, if it was green camo and not bright wine red.
    “We’re almost there, Lizzie. Only a few miles up the road.”
    “I’m gonna come before then. I want to come on your tongue, Jameson.”
    “Baby,” he said as he turned off the ignition and pressed the parking brake. He dove into her petticoats as she arched back, raising her pelvis to him, with that tinkly laugh again.
    He pulled the scratchy fabric away, so he could fully see her again. His fingers followed into her deep core, sliding in where she was wet and so ready for him. She arched back just before he descended upon her lovely lips, lapping her juices with his tongue, rimming her opening and then sucking on her bud, making her jump.
    “You taste so good. Never tasted anything so sweet.”
    “All for you,