Page 67 of Twin Deception

“So… tempting.” As she rubbed her hand up and down my erection, she made sure to swipe her thumb over the tip and smear the pre-cum that had leaked out.

“Sweetheart,” I growled before I turned to kiss her around a curve in the road toward Rueben’s house.

“So perfect.” She kissed my cheek as I faced the road again, then she lowered her head. “So perfect, just for me.”

Ducking lower and lower, she showed me what she wanted to do. I spread my legs, keeping my foot on the pedal as she brought her mouth to my cockhead.

“All for you, Isabel,” I promised. “All for you.”

She hummed in agreement, content to wrap those plump lips around me. Sinking down, she let her saliva wet her descent. And on the uprise, she sucked so hard, she hollowed her cheeks.

“Fuck, Isabel. This is—” I cringed, straining to focus on driving and not crashing. I swore I would always protect her, that I would never let any harm reach her, and that included right now.

She hummed again, and I gave up on figuring out what she might’ve wanted to say.

Placing my hand on the back of her head, letting her long, black locks glide over my fingers, I thrust my hips up as much as I could to match the rhythm of her sucking. Getting road head wasn’t what I’d counted on today, but with each minute that passed and I discovered more things about Isabel than what could’ve been included in her file, I embraced the adventure and looked forward to more.

Moving my hand from the back of her head, I rubbed over her back until I could slide my hand over the curve of her ass. This dress was short, like the other summery ones she wore. Nothing stopped me from stroking my fingers lower, over her cheeks, then toward her pussy.

“Hmm!” She moaned her reaction to me pushing my finger into her tight, wet entrance. Then as she pushed her mouth up and down my erection, she humped back into my hand.

“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath.

I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle it.

Her mouth felt like heaven, but the tease of her velvety slick walls that sucked my finger in felt even better.

I wanted her too much.

I needed her so badly.

I could have the rest of my life to pace this rabid lust for her, but I had to have hernow. I hadn’t spent enough time resisting her to withstand this torment.

My dick was going to erupt and coat the back of her throat with ropes of my hot cum. My balls were tight, pulling up and so close to my reaching an orgasm. My heart raced and thundered so fast, not just out of the adrenaline rush of her going down on me like this, fucking me with her mouth so expertly, but also because I was challenged with making her come too.

Gritting my teeth, I kept an eye out for the next spot to pull over. Rueben lived further out from the city, and this scenic route was full of convenient areas to stop a car and enjoy the view.

Myview was pretty fucking spectacular. Watching Isabel suck on my raging hard-on while I drove was one of the sexiest sights I could imagine.

But stopping and filling her cunt instead would be even better.

I swerved, sending gravel and dirt spraying up behind the car. In a rough drop from the pavement to the stone of the berm, the car lurched down and over. All the while, my beautiful sweetheart kept at it, moaning with her mouth tight around my dick.

Only when I slammed on the brakes and sent the whole vehicle jerking to an abrupt stop did she seem to realize I wasn’t speeding along the road any longer.

But she didn’t lift her head from my lap. She kept those luscious lips sealed over my cock.

“Come here,” I ordered, my voice gruff without any conscious effort to make it so. Pulling up on her shoulders, I watched her leave my shaft wet and shiny, glistening with her saliva.

“But I?—”

“Too bad.”

I shoved the door open, not even bothering to pull my shorts back to position and hide my dick. I couldn’t. I was so hard, stiff and jutting straight out that there was no chance I could push it back into my clothes. Keeping my back to the road in case anyone drove by, I reached into the car and helped her crawl out.

“Miguel, I?—”

She squeaked, surprised when I picked her up and laid her on her back. She put her arms out to sit up, reclining on the hood of the car to gape at me. “What?—”

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