Page 41 of Raise 'Em Up

At the end, there’s a little dance party, and I finally burst into laughter when she starts doing these ridiculous dance moves.

Once we’re out of the gaming place, we walk down the street while Rylee watches the videos they emailed of us playing. “I can’t wait to show the guys. Donny is going to be so jealous.” She laughs.

“Did you have fun?” I ask her, hoping that today makes up for all the time we don’t get to spend together.

“Fun? Trevor, this is literally the best date I’ve ever been on. Hell, it’s the best day I’ve had in years!” She throws herself at me. I catch her with a grunt, then groan as she crashes her lips to mine.

We kiss until we’re breathless. When we break apart, my chest is heaving and I’m rock-fucking-hard.

“Come on.” She gives me these eyes that hint at something I’ve been dying for. Or maybe my horny ass is reading too much into it.

We make it back to my car, but instead of getting in the passenger side, Rylee opens the back door and slides in.

“Ahh, Rylee?” I ask.

“Get in the back, Trevor. I want to show you just how fucking much I enjoyed tonight.”

My eyes widen and my cock jerks in my jeans. “Right here? In the back of the car?” My voice cracks a little as I start to sweat.

“Ever get fucked in the back seat of a car?” she asks me and I shake my head slowly. “Same. Now, come, let’s have a first together.”

I slide in after her, and as soon as the door is closed, Rylee is on me, straddling my lap.

“Fuck,” I groan as she grinds down on my stiff cock.

“That's the point.” She giggles against my lips before kissing me hard. I growl, gripping her hips, helping her rock against my aching erection.

“I need you,” she pants against my lips.

“I’m here, Rylee. I’m yours, baby.”

“Good.” It’s hard work, but she manages to get out of her pants and panties, as I try to quickly free my cock, my fingers fumbling with the zipper.

When my cock springs free, she wraps her hand around it. “Fuck, you’re big.”

“Rylee,” I moan as she starts to pump me. “Keep doing that and I’m not going to last long.”

She laughs and moves to straddle me again. She brings my cock to her entrance, about to sink down on me before I stop her.

“Wait,” I pant out, my balls hating me right now with how heavy and full they are. “Condom?”

“Don’t need one,” she tells me. “I’m on the pill. Unless you want one?”

“No, I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me, Rylee,” I growl. “I want to feel it when I lose myself and fill you with my cum.”

“Fucking hell,” she whimpers, her eyes filled with lust. Then she’s lowering herself, taking me fully in one go.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moans as I hiss, the feeling of her warm heat is almost too much.

“You're so wet, baby,” I tell her, feeling her arousal.

“I’m desperate for you, Trevor,” she moans as she starts to ride me. Hearing her say that is nearly my undoing.

“Then ride me, Rylee. Take me like you own me.”

With past partners, I’m usually the one who takes control. But there's something about Rylee owning me, using me, taking control of me, that has me fucking feral for my girl.

I toss my head back, chest rising and falling as I struggle to breathe, watching her with heavy lids as she works herself on my cock.

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