Page 199 of How to Win the Girl

“Mmm.” He hums in his chest, hands on my ass, index finger flirting with my crack…just where I like it.

I press my tits against his chest at the same time loud laughter rings from outside. A group of students here to play a pick up game of basketball. Two men here to kick a soccer ball around.

I feel so naughty fooling around in plain sight, and yes, the windows on the truck are tinted so dark no one could possibly see us inside the cab in case you were wondering.

Which you weren’t.

…but in case you were.

I lean forward to kiss Drake’s neck. Then his jawline.

Then his mouth.

I love his mouth; today it tastes like coffee and mints, his skin tasting a little like salty sweat.

Somewhere in the cab of the truck, a phone pings with a new notification but we ignore it, kissing like we haven’t seen each other in days because we haven’t. Missing each other though we’ve only been dating a short while andthat’s a good sign, isn’t it?

I move over him, back and forth, back and forth, mindful not to chaff his junk by going at him too hard, the tip of his dick against my cotton thong as intoxicating. Like he was inside me. Like he was actually fucking me.

Drake moans again, deep inside his chest.

Head tips back, leaning against the headrest.

I want him inside me so bad.

So bad.

“God you feel good,” he whispers so quietly, lost in his own pleasure.

“Do you have a condom?”

“In the cup holder.”

In the…

“Cupholder? What the hell.”

His laugh rumbles against my chest. “I was never a boy scout but I know enough to be prepared—just in case.”

“I know but…the cup holder?”

“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to put it in your wallet? If it gets hot it could break and I don’t know how you feel ‘bout it, but I’m not lookin to get anyone knocked up anytime soon. No babies til I have a job.”

My ovaries clench at the thought of him coming inside me and making a baby and yeah, I’m not ready for a kid either, but damn it sounds hot when he talks about babies.

He’s better at the condom thing that I am, tearing it open after shoving down his boxer briefs, rolling it on his hard cock, then positioning me so he’s at my entrance.

I move over him, my slick heat getting the condom wet.

Glide over him, back…

…Forth…

Back…

...Forth…

Feel the tip sliding into me, one hot, hard inch at a time.

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