Love in Bloom (De La Fuente Family 3)

A cough to the side of them brought her back to the here and now.

“Brother, calm it down.”

Mateo slowed the kiss and turned to face a grinning Diego.

“That was hot as fuck, which was why I broke it up. Don’t want you embarrassing us, bro.” Diego laughed and walked away.

Mateo dropped his forehead to hers, his eyes heated with desire. “We need to leave…but—”

“We can’t yet.”

He groaned. “I’m so fucking hard I’m not sure I can walk.”

“You’ll survive and we can disappear for a short time.” Erin grinned, took his hand and tugged him out of the marquee. “Your truck?”

She wanted to get in his pants and the sooner the better. She’d tried to get into his pants for the past few days but he’d been adamant that he was waiting until he was sure she had fully healed. But he’d corrupted her and she loved every minute of it.

At his truck, he gave her a boost inside. She scrambled further along the seat and hitched her dress above her hips. Mateo followed her inside and lightly spanked her naked bottom that was in his face.

His hands gripped her hips as his mouth dipped and nibbled her ass. He spread her open and tickled her entrance with his tongue. The sensations that rolled through her caused her head to drop to the seat as his tongue penetrated her.

“Oh, God, Mateo,” she moaned against the leather. “I want to see you.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling his mouth away before he flipped her over.

He was panting and she loved seeing him so raw and just like he was. His dark suit rumpled, his shirt half in and half out of his trousers. His thick erection outlined behind his zipper and his eyes dipped low as he devoured her.

“God, I need you.” He threw his jacket off, yanked the shirt over his head and finally ripped his pants open.

And there he was.

Long.

Thick.

Rock hard.

The tip wet with precum and as he wrapped his hand around his own flesh, Erin’s eyes rolled. She’d never seen anything as hot.

“You like watching…I’d forgotten.”

“Keep your hand there.” She wanted to taste him, but while he stroked himself. With some maneuvering, sh

e was on her knees, facing him.

“Hold yourself to me.”

“Fucking hell, Erin. I’m going to come.”

“That’s the plan.” She dipped her head closer and swirled her tongue around the engorged head. “Stroke yourself. I want to watch.”

After a string of cursing, Mateo slowly stroked back and forth while she licked him up, but she sensed his knee was starting to hurt him.

“Sit on the seat.”

“You enjoying giving me orders?”

She smiled. “I am, but I don’t want you hurting.” She leaned in and kissed his lips.