Hans (Alliance, #4)

by S.J. Tilly

“Jesus,” I pant. He shakes his head. “You use my name while I’m touching you.” “S-sorry.” I can’t believe I just apologized for that.

“Not true.” Dad grins. “It was the way you filled out the seat of your pants.” “Dad!” I shriek. Mom hits him with her oven mitt. “Oh, stop it.”

“So…” I drum my fingers on my knees as the highway hums below us. “Do you have a girlfriend?” It’s dark inside the truck, but when I glance at Hans’s profile, I can see his brows rise. “What part of me having my hand on your hot little pussy makes you think I could have a girlfriend?” His tone is dry. My face flames at his choice of words, and I shift in my seat.

“My dirty Butterfly.” Another lick. “Getting so wet when I lick this little hole.” Another pass of his tongue. “Bet you’ll get soaked when I fuck it.” “Ohmygod.” My hands twist against the lace.

I thrust my hips forward as far as they’ll go, then press even harder, burying my thumb to the final knuckle. I need every hole. With my free hand, I reach up and slide my fingers up her throat, over her chin, and press my first two fingers into her open mouth.

Then you’re going to fuck me like the brat I am. In the middle of the sidewalk, I drop Cassandra’s hand and grip the back of her neck, forcing her to a stop. She looks up at me, and I want to see her just like that—wide-eyed and full of mischief—with my dick stuffed down her throat.

“Brats don’t get eaten out.” Hans uses his knees to push my legs wider. I reach up and cling to his shoulders. “What do they get?” He reaches down between us, and I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. “They get fucked. Hard.” Hans slams his hips forward, cramming his cock inside me.

“Fuck,” I groan and nearly drive us into the ditch. I force my eyes to stay on the road. But all my attention is on the girl who is suddenly sucking my cock like it’s the only thing she wants in life.

“Unless you cheat on me,” I tell him. “If you do that, I’ll chop your dick off.” Hans gives me a soft smile that’s completely inappropriate for what I just said. “Butterfly, no force on earth could make me touch another woman.”