Page 54 of From Fling to Ring

She fake-gasps. “Oooh, so that’s where we’re going with this. I like it.”

I place my hands on her waist after I push her dress all the way up. “Take out my cock.”

She scoffs. “All right, mister boss man.”

In seconds she’s stroking me from root to tip. I let my head fall onto the back of the seat and take a deep inhale. From the other side of the street we hear a small group laughing and talking, and Lucy startles.

“Don’t worry, baby. They can’t see us. It’s too dark in the car.”

Regardless, she ducks down behind the headrest and peers around it at the group, all while continuing to stroke me.

She relaxes. “They’re gone now. Not that anyone cares about what two consenting adults do in a car.”

“That’s right, darlin’.”

She pumps my cock a few more times until I stop her.

“I’ve got to fuck you, baby,” I say.

I lift her so she’s hovering over my erection, and she lowers herself onto me, a small amount at a time. I swear her pussy is so tight and velvety I almost come right there. But I force myself to wait.

With her hands on my shoulders for leverage, she begins to raise and lower herself, engulfing my cock.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come so fast. Shit, shit shit…” I groan.

Reaching under her dress, I grab the cheeks of her ass and pull her down on me harder. Her raspy breath quickens and in seconds she tosses her head back.

“Ah…. Ah, Tyler, I’m gonna come…” she cries.

“Yeah, baby, come on my cock, because I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum.”

One more stroke and my balls pull in tight. An orgasm shoots through me and I’m groaning, moving my hips to meet Lucy’s thrusts. I come like the world’s about to end, seeing stars and hoping the angel on my lap doesn’t go anywhere anytime soon, regardless of the stupid bet I made with the guys.

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LUCY

“This place is great. Do you come to brunch here a lot?”

Without waiting for Tyler’s answer, I dive into my chocolate chip blueberry pancakes, moaning over their calorie-laden deliciousness.

Seriously, if this were to be my last meal, I’d be perfectly happy.

Tyler points at my chin and comes at me with his napkin. “Uh, Lucy, you got a little butter...”

I swipe a finger across my chin and lick it clean. “All good.”

He raises an eyebrow.

I know what he’s thinking, so I throw him my best dirty look. “What? So I’m hungry.” I wash down my next bite with freshly squeezed OJ.

Heaven. Pure heaven.

Tyler tilts his head and one corner of his mouth crooks up. “You have no idea how much I enjoy seeing you enjoy your food.”

Didn’t know I was so obvious. I force myself to set my fork down for a break. My stomach already feels like it’s loaded with lead, but who can turn their back on chocolate chip blueberry pancakes?

Not me.

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