Page 94 of The Thing About My Rival

In the darkening sky in front of us, a plane slowly moves above the trees, but it can’t possibly be as high as I feel right this second.

“I’m going to die if I don’t have you right now,” I whisper against her ear, before moving my mouth to the silky spot where her neck meets her shoulder and sucking on her sweet, sweet skin, while pushing myself harder into her hands.

The force of me against her sends Wilcox stumbling forward and she has to yank one hand out of my pants and slam it flat on the window to steady herself.

“People will see,” she says.

Her breath is heavy now as I work her clit with my thumb.

“No, they won’t. Look. Open your eyes for a second.”

In the reflection, her eyelids slowly rise as she takes in the view and responds to it with a squeeze of her hand that makes me want to blow my stack.

“See.” I let go of her breast and wrap my arm around her waist as I curl tight around her, my mouth right backagainst her ear, and my cock now not only in her fist, but pressed tight against her firm ass. “Nothing looks into here. Anything that might, is too far away. And it’s getting dark. And we don’t have the lights on.”

I ease my fingers in and out of her, keeping up my thumb circles on her clit.

“Oh, God.” She slumps forward, bending over my arm.

“Is that a yes?” My needy hips rock into her grip. “You’re okay to stay here?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her knuckles turning white with their pressure on the window.

“Thank fuck for that because I think I might have died if you’d said no.”

I slide my hand out of her pants, and she groans a low disappointed sigh. “Uh, you’ve gone away.”

“I promise you I’m going absolutely fucking nowhere. Just give me a second.”

And a second is all it takes to remove my wallet from my pocket. Her hand never stops working me. Right as I’m about to pull out the precious foil pack, she glides her thumb over my throbbing head, catching some precum and gliding it around in circles.

And I fumble everything, my wallet dropping to the floor. “Oh my good fucking God.”

Frustration now has a whole new definition.

“The last thing I want on this earth right now is for you to let go of me, but I have to pick this up.”

She releases me and I crouch to grab my wallet, where I find myself face to face with her glorious ass.

“Christ, I can’t resist you.” With her still bent over, I grab the sides of her pants and yank them down until her glorious, pink pussy comes into view. “Fuck, me Wilcox. I wish you knew how fucking beautiful you are.”

Grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, I bury my face between her thighs and thrust my tongue into her entrance.

“Oh my God,” she cries out against the sound of her other hand slamming onto the window.

I want to drive her wilder than she’s ever been in her life, want her to want me more than she’s wanted any other man, want her to be more desperate to have me inside her than she’s ever been desperate for anything.

Reaching around I play with her clit for a second while my tongue can’t get enough of her deliciousness

“God, Hugo.” She said my name. I’m licking her out and teasing her clit and shesaid my fucking name. “I’m going to come any second.”

And I stop.

“Oh no, you’re not.” I drag my teeth over her bare ass. “Not until I’m as far inside you as I can get. Not until I can feel you coming on my cock.”

“Then hurry.” Her neck is limp now, dangling between her shoulders, eyes closed.

“Too fucking right I’m hurrying.” I grab the foil pack from my wallet, rip it open with my teeth, whack that rubber on me as I stand up, then take Wilcox by the hips and maneuver the tip of my twitching, throbbing cock to right where my mouth just was.

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