“Grab onto the steering wheel and pull yourself up,” I ordered.
She did, lifting herself up off my lap high enough that I could place my cock up against her entrance.
The comparison of my tanned member against her pink flesh was stunning.
What was more stunning, though, was watching as she sank down onto my cock, one delicious inch at a time.
Before she could make it more than halfway, however, I urged her back upwards.
My eyes stayed locked on where we were joined.
The eye porn enough to make me want to blow my load right then and there.
I took everything in.
The way her juices made my cock shiny, and the way my cock was making her entrance spread wide.
But the kicker was the way, when she was all the way up with my tip resting against her entrance, she slid all the way back down.
It took everything I had in me not to come.
Everything.
“Oh, fuck.”
I clenched my teeth together, wondering why in the hell it felt like I was a teenager rather than a grown ass man.
It felt like I’d never done it before…
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, my eyes opening wide.
I looked down just in time to see her raise back up, my entire length coated in her juices rather than just half, and saw why it felt so good.
I wasn’t wearing a condom.
I looked down to the ground where all the purchases were resting, spilled onto the ground from my haste to pin her to the wall, and smiled.
“I’m fucking you without a condom,” I told her, smoothing my hand down her spine.
She shivered and dropped until she’d engulfed me all the way.
“I forgot,” she breathed. “I was just joking in the store.”
I pushed down on her lap, grinding my cock up into her, and smiled.
“I did, too,” I said.
Earlier when I’d told her that I liked it messy, I hadn’t had a clue.
I’d never done it messy.
Any and all sexual encounters, I was always gloved. Always.
There was no question that I wouldn’t be.
But now, watching her fast-paced breathing as she tried to get herself under control, I realized that with Hennessy, I wouldn’t mind messy.
“Fuck me,” I urged, slapping her thigh with the palm of my hand.
She jumped, causing herself to sink even lower on me, and I growled.
Then she lifted up, and dropped back down. Over and over, faster and faster, until my belly quivered with my need to come.
Snaking my hand around her belly, I smoothed it down until I found her clit, and slowly swirled it. Once around, twice. One more time.
She exploded.
Her pussy clenched my cock. Her thighs clenched my hand in place, and her head went back to knock against mine.
Even the blinding pain of us hitting our heads together didn’t keep my orgasm from rushing through me.
Planting myself inside of her to the root, I came with a deep grunt.
I don’t know what it was about having her bare, but the orgasm of all orgasms rushed through me. The moment my seed shot out of me, it took everything—my breath. My love. Every-fucking-thing.
Which, of course, was about the time that her father pulled in beside her car, witnessing the end of our copulation.
Chapter 23
Taco Bell doesn’t have a playground because it’s no fun to play when you might very well shit your pants.
-Text from Tate to Hennessy
Tate
“You’re not seriously going after what he did yesterday, are you?” I asked her.
The following altercation between Hennessy and her father hadn’t been good.
Although Pastor Hanes hadn’t been able to ‘see’ what was going on, he was far from stupid. He knew exactly what we were doing, and didn’t bother to hide that fact.
In fact, when Hennessy realized that her father was there, and she’d hopped down off of my lap as she yanked up her pants, shit had hit the fan.
If she’d stayed where she’d been, we might have been able to hide the fact that I was inside of her—maybe. But by hopping off of me, she’d left my still hard and wet dick sticking straight up behind her.
Seeing as it was hard, and I liked my dick healthy and whole, I didn’t try to shove it into my pants right away. Which also meant that Pastor Hanes had seen straight past Hennessy’s head where my dick was wide open for the world to see.
The moment he got proof of what we’d been doing—IE seeing my dick in the wide open air with her juices still clinging to it—he’d gone ape shit.
I’d had to pull her back into my truck just in time to intercept a slap that’d been aimed at her face.
After that, it’d gone even further down hill, making me leave before it could get any worse.
After taking hours to cool off, I’d spoken to her, and she’d been unfazed. Apparently, that was a normal thing for her.
Normally, I’d question her, but she’d been acting out of it ever since.
And now, twenty minutes after waking up, she informed me that she was going to church. With the same man that’d been less than an inch away from putting a bruise on her delicate skin.
“You’re shitting me,” I repeated when she didn’t respond to my question.
She sighed.
“I have to go,” she replied. “I’m going.”
Her firm answer had me crawling out of bed even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
Today was the only day that I had off during the week, and I wanted to spend it in that shit-hole church about as much as I wanted to have a colonoscopy in ten years.
“You don’t have to…” I shot her a look before she could finish that sentence.
“Shut it.” I grunted, “I’m not getting dressed up, though.”
Her mouth twitched.
“I’m wearing my clothes from last night,” she said, pointing down at her jeans and t-shirt. Clothes that we’d stopped at her house to get so she could help work on my place.
Though, we hadn’t gotten much work done, and that’d been because the moment that she’d bent over in her yoga pants, she’d inadvertently exposed the wet spot on her crotch—leaving me with visuals of my come smearing the inside of her thighs.
Which then led to a whole lot of dirty sex, and us exhausted in my bed for the rest of the night watching movies and making love.
“Are you going to get into trouble for that, too?” I growled.
Hennessy shrugged. “I’m going because if I don’t, the congregation will wonder if you’ve killed me after everyone witnessed yesterday’s fiasco.”
I gritted my teeth and looked away, unwilling to think about all the accusations that I was sure the town was throwing around.
If I didn’t have a job and a house that I fucking loved because the woman I loved loved it, I’d leave this town with her at my side and never look back.
But, I did. I had that, and I knew that it wouldn’t be fair to her to leave.
So, I got ready for church, forwent breakfast because I thought that it wouldn’t go down well when I was about to do what I was about to do, and went to fucking church.
It was a wonder I didn’t start to burn the minute I breached the doors.
“We’re not going to go to Sunday School,” she said quietly as we walked into the front foyer. “We’re going to go straight to church.”
Yay.