Page 35 of Ferocious Nightmare

"Coulter," she begged, her hips rolling, shifting, pumping against me. “Harder.”

I pumped my own hips, thrusting into her mouth, and she gripped the base of my cock to keep it in place.

Shit. I pressed my thumb against her clit in a steady motion, determined not to come before she did.

As soon as her body seized, her orgasm rolling through her, I came, my dick practically splitting open. My cum filled her mouth and I relaxed, bringing my fingers to my lips, sucking her taste into my mouth as she licked my dick, cleaning me off.

I slowly came to the world around me, realizing that I'd stopped the car on the edge of the road, rolling right into a curb.

She finally sat up, wiping at her mouth, a cockiness to her smile. “Guess you couldn’t last two weeks after all.”

Fuuuck, this woman.