Page 71 of Those Two Words

When she starts to lower my zipper, I stop her with a hand to her wrists. She pouts as I bring her fingers to my lips, dotting each knuckle with a kiss.

“Why did you stop me?”

“As much as I’d love that, I don’t think I’ll last long.” Reaching out, I trace along her cupid’s bow with my finger.

“What are we going to do?” she asks and then nips at the tip of my fingers, before giving me a coy grin.

“I’m going to fuck you in my truck, that’s what. I should take my time with you, but it’s going to be hard and fast, dirty and rough.” I pull at her plump bottom lip until her pink tongue peeks out. “I’ll find something to do with this mouth next time.”

I lean back and look down the length of her body, trying to work out the logistics of how we’re going to do this. My fingers travels over her neck, in between her breasts and taut stomach. Goose bumps follow my path and that blush I love dusts her skin.

When I reach the top of her leggings, I pause. “Can I take these off?”

She nods and chews on her bottom lip, eyes falling to where my index fingers hook into the waistband of her the leggings. She shuffles backward on the leather seat, shimmies out of her leggings, and kicks off her sneakers. I don’t even attempt to hide the appreciative groan that rumbles out of me as I take in the heady view in front of me. Wrapped up in blue lace on the dark leather bench, looking like a fucking vision.

The front of her matching lace panties are darker between her thighs, and because it’s my favorite position to be in when around Jo, I drop to my knees on the running board. I don’t waste a second before my face falls in between her luscious thighs and I’m inhaling her sweet, musky scent.

My knuckles skate along the damp lace, and when I find her clit through the material, I put pressure on where I know she’s aching for my touch. Slow circles have her moaning and writhing, begging for more. Her eyes burn with desire and her mouth is slightly open as she looks down at me with heavy breaths to match my own.

“Is this all for me, love?” My gaze drops to her open thighs. I replace my fingers with my tongue, and even through the fabric covering her, the taste of her drives me wild. Slipping a finger into her panties where they’re wedged between her pussy lips, I pull them to the side and groan when I see her glistening in front of me. “Look. At. You. All pink, gorgeous, and wet. This is only ever for me.” It’s not a question. I’m leaning back in to give her one slow lick with the flat of my tongue, not giving her the chance to say otherwise.“You’re all ready for my cock, aren’t you, greedy girl?”

Her hips rise off the seat, and a gasp that sounds a lot like yes escapes with it. I place a gentle kiss on her clit before rising to my feet. As much as I’d love to feel her come on my tongue again, my aching cock lets me know I’ll blow my load in the next few minutes if I’m not inside her soon.

Taking hold of her ankles, she lets out a yelp as I drag her toward me along the bench and secure her legs around my waist. Holding her to my chest, I maneuver us into the truck so I’m sitting on the passenger seat as she straddles me. The door slams closed, and the moment I seal us inside, our mouths reunite.

I drift my palms up her full hips, follow the dip of her waist, skimming all the way up until my hand frames her face, pulling us apart.

Her eyes are heavy, and as she looks through the fogged-out windows, they widen when she remembers where we are.

“We can do this here, or I’ll drive us to my house. You choose.”

I’ll drive us back if she asks, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything, just grinds herself against my dick and turns her head until her lips graze my thumb.

When she sucks it into her mouth and hums around it, that’s answer enough.

“Fuck. You’re a filthy girl. Lift up for me,” I say and tap her hip lightly. Rising to her knees on either side of my hips, I pick up where she left off with my zipper, and then push my jeans and briefs down. Once my cock springs free between us, Jo sits settles back on to my thighs.

Her eyes heat when they fall to my painfully hard cock. I fist myself and give a few pulls, pre-cum pooling at the tip. Her tongue traces her lips hungrily as she sits there mesmerized by the twist and turn of my fist.

Fuck, would I love to trace and smear myself across those pouty lips.

I bring my index finger to her chin, raising her needy stare to meet my own.

“Johanna, keep staring at my cock like that and I’ll be painting those pouty lips with my cum, and this will be over before you know it.” Though I doubt I’ll last five minutes once I’m inside of her.

“It’s a pretty dick,” she responds with a shrug. Her words have said dick twitching between us. She smirks at the sight and her hands drift to the hem of my T-shirt. I raise my hands in silent offering, and she pulls it off and over my head.

“You know exactly what to say to a man.” With a firm grip on her hips, I grind myself up into her, so she knows just how ready I am. “Hard and fast now. Next time I’ll spend hours between these thighs and show you exactly what we’ve been missing out on.”

“Next time, huh?” she teases.

“Yes, next time. How about you stop sassing me and sit on my cock? If we’re doing this here, I want a perfect view of you bouncing up and down on my lap.”

“That mouth,” she says and shakes her head in pleasured shock. When she rises to her knees again, I tug her closer until she hovers above me. She might have a sassy mouth, but I don’t miss the way she glows whenever I tell her what to do. I wonder what else she would do if I asked.

With a shaky hand, she pulls her panties to the side to reveal her glistening pussy and lowers herself until my tip teases her entrance.

“Oh fuck,” she mutters as she glides herself across the head of my dick, coating me in her.

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