Then he pulled me down, filling me so swiftly and quickly that I immediately started coming.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but even the idea of him taking me so roughly had me seeing stars.
“So fuckin’ responsive,” he growled as he took my hips and started roughly pulling me down on him.
I made a keening noise in my throat in agreement, and he laughed.
“Lean forward so I can watch you taking me. Hold onto the steering wheel,” he ordered me.
I did, leaning forward until my breasts were pressed up against the horn and swiftly picked up the pace again, working fast to bring him to release.
“So perfect,” he whispered, running his hands over the expanse of my ass.
I moaned again.
“Yeah, you fill me so good,” I said, slapping my ass against his thighs, taking his big dick as far as I could get him.
His hand ran up the length of my spine to settle on my shoulder, then slammed me down using the purchase he had, urging me to go faster and faster.
On one particular thrust he started to come.
I felt his belly tighten, then his cock started to jump as he shot his release into my waiting channel.
And that was all I needed, once again, to come.
My eyes crossed, and I threw my head back.
Michael fisted my hair as it tickled his belly, holding me steady with it when I finally came down from the high he’d just delivered to me.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered fiercely.
I smiled and leaned back until my back rested against his front.
He wrapped both hands around me and buried his face into my neck.
“You’re killing me lately,” he whispered laughingly.
I snorted.
“I can’t help it. That’s all I think about. Your cock,” I teased.
He chuckled and leaned forward to grab the stack of napkins we’d gotten from Chick-Fil-A the night before.
Handing half to me, I placed it on the front of my vagina while he took the back, doing his best to catch the come that started to leak from my * the moment it was free of his cock.
I fell to my side in the passenger seat and did my best to clean myself of his come before retaking my seat.
He’d already tossed his napkins in the little bag hanging from his steering column.
“Here,” I said, offering the soiled napkins to him.
He gave me a ‘yeah right’ look and took the bag off his steering column, offering it to me. “There.”
I smiled and shoved the napkins into the bag before handing it back to him.
He took it reluctantly and replaced it before starting the truck up once more and backing out of the makeshift driveway.
“We’re going to be late,” I told him.
He tossed me a look. “We’re not going to be late. You can’t be late to somethin’ like this.”
Instead of answering, I stayed silent and watched the trees pass by, my nausea starting to return now that the horniness wasn’t there to overwhelm the nausea.
“You can be late to something like this if your sister’s been sitting in the driveway for the last hour waiting on us to get there,” I retorted.
He rolled his eyes, not that I could tell that he’d done so.
I, at least, heard the derision in his tone.
“My sister can wait as long as it takes, seeing as I told her not to buy the house in the first place because it was in a flood zone. Then I told her not to wait on getting a driveway because if she did, the whole thing would flood and she’d tear up her yard. Then when she didn’t get the driveway, I told her to get a four wheel drive. Do you know what she got? A two wheel drive Jeep. Who the fuck gets a two wheel drive Jeep?”
I could tell that he really wanted to know, and I didn’t have an answer for him.
The answer was: nobody.
What was the point of a Jeep if it didn’t have four wheel drive?
Not that I’d side with him.
Women needed to side with each other, otherwise men would take over the world.