Page 43 of Perfect Boy

“Damn,” he says, grinning ear to ear. “My brother just took out the best driver and the fastest car on the premises. Looks like he’s in for one hell of a long night.”

“Guess that means we’re in for a long night, too, then. Right?” Turning slowly, I jerk my chin up at him. “And I guess I need to pay up, huh?”

“Honestly, if you kiss me like you just did, I’ll have a hard time not wanting to fuck you right against this fence,” he mutters. “I know you felt what you did to me, Tiny Dancer. My dick might actually fall off if I kiss you again. Or I’ll wind up leaving this race and bringing you back to my truck.”

“It’s not like Carson will know if we left for a short time…right?” I say the words shyly, but my voice is strangled and breathy.

His gaze darkens, and he dips his head lower. “Don’t tease me if you don’t mean it, Tiny Dancer.”

I keep my eyes absorbed in his for a moment before ducking out of his hold. As I walk toward the parking lot, I look back at him with a teasing smirk.

Maybe I told myself we wouldn’t hook up again. But let’s be honest…I can’t stop it from happening.

Watson

I didn’t expect for our little bet to lead to this. But here we are, in the backseat of my truck, making out like sixteen-year-olds as Ryann straddles me, my aching cock pressing into her thigh.

I’m glad I parked away from all the other vehicles in the corner of the parking lot. When I did it, it was strictly so that no one smashed their door against mine. But I had no idea it would end up being the best decision I’d made all day.

She’s topless, grinding on me, and her nipples are hard, begging for me to suck on them. I pull my lips from hers and lift her higher so that her tits are right in my face.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” I growl before driving my head between them.

I run my tongue along her flesh before working my way to each one. Releasing each with a popping sound. She moans, wiggling around on my dick, being the needy little thing she is.

Climbing off of me, she sits on her knees in the seat next to mine. Unbuttoning my jeans, she pulls them down, along with my briefs, just far enough for my cock to spring free. Wasting no time at all, she bends forward, bringing my cock into her hot little mouth.

“Fuck. Yes,” I bite out, my hand tangling in her hair and gripping tighter. “Be a good wife and suck your husband’s cock.” I guide her head down, feeling her throat flex as she takes me deeper. “That’s it. Good girl. Take me. Take every inch.”

With my free hand, I reach between her legs and push it down the front of her jeans. She’s soaked. I guess deep-throating her husband turns her on.

As I work a finger and then two in and out of her, she moans against my dick and stops sucking me abruptly.

“If you stop sucking my cock, I won’t let you come on my fingers, Tiny Dancer,” I growl, stopping my fingers from moving.

Quickly, she drags me back inside of her, letting me slide against her wet tongue.

“Good girl,” I grunt before I start working my fingers inside of her again. “Such. A. Good. Fucking. Girl.”

My left hand works faster in and out of her while my right hand grips her hair as she bobs up and down, moaning every now and then, making it hard for me not to blow my load right now.

When I feel her start to grip my fingers and her mouth momentarily stops moving, I thrust my hips up and down, fucking her mouth as she comes on my hand.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me just like I’m going to give it to you.”

My balls tingle, and soon, I’m pouring myself down her throat. My entire body shudders, just like hers.

Throwing my head back on the seat, I squeeze my eyes shut because I’m damn near blacking out.

When I finally come to, I grin over at her. “Goddamn, wifey. You trying to kill me?”

She simply shrugs, smirking as she wipes her mouth. “Maybe. What’s your life insurance policy like?” She winks. “Kidding. Kidding.”

Pulling my jeans back on, I suck in a few breaths, my chest heaving.

I’m now not only addicted to Ryann. I’m addicted to her lips wrapped around my cock too.

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