Page 42 of Forever Player

She mumbles under her breath.

“Excuse me?” I say because I’m confused.

“I said fuck, okay? I fucking want you. I was thinking about you when I was getting myself off in the tub with that amazing toy you bought me. Is that what you want to hear?”

I don’t waste time as I move in and capture her lips. She tastes of sweet candy and whiskey, and I can’t get enough. She kisses me back with the same hunger, her fingers sifting through my hair. I remember all over again why she is unforgettable because I have never felt this way about kissing a girl before.

I break the kiss and put the truck into reverse.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, breathing hard, her lips swollen, and her lipstick smudged.

“I’m taking you somewhere private,” I reply, placing the truck in drive.

She nods and puts on her seat belt.

“How drunk are you?” I ask to be sure she is sober enough to know what she is doing.

“Drunk enough to be telling you what’s on my mind, but not drunk enough not to know what I am doing,” she replies. “Besides, I don’t need you to be a gentleman.”

“Oh, I know, Honey. I remember that night well, and that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now tell me where to go,” I say to her.

“Make a right there.” She points.

“That’s a forest,” I snicker.

“Exactly.” I listen and turn onto the small road. The truck is hidden between a row of trees.

We are back on each other in seconds. Her tongue swipes in my mouth and my tongue meets hers in a hungry dance. My hands wrap around her back and I am thankful the front seat of this truck is a bench.

“Lie back,” I order.

“What?” she asks me, confused.

“I need you to trust me,” I urge her. She shifts and leans back on her elbows. I lift her dress to her hips.

“Brett,” she breathes heavily.

I remove her stockings and find she is sans panties. “I need these off,” I say as I pull the stockings down.

“You’ll have to take my boots off,” she guides, so I do as she says, removing her boots and then pulling the stockings off her feet. When she spreads her legs revealing her bare pussy, I hiss.

“Lie back, Willow.”

“Brett, this is crazy.”

“I want to eat the hell out of your pussy. Do you want that?”

“Yess,” she purrs.

“Good.” I shift and place her legs over my shoulders, then I go to town. The moment my tongue connects with her sensitive center she moans and mutters a string of expletives.

I lap up her juices. “That feels so good. I was dreaming about this. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop.” She runs her fingers through my hair, messing it up.

“I’ve dreamt about this too,” I admit.

“Fuck,” she moans as I suck her clit.

I begin to flick my tongue along her bud and her hips move rhythmically against me.

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