Page 100 of The Stud

It doesn’t help that Audrey tends to chirp her about it, especially in front of me.

Light murmurs over the touching precedes her popping an eye open, forcing me to come up with an excuse for waking her. “I’m about to stop for gas.” Pulling off at the exit occurs next. “Would you like anything?” I drift all the way over to the lane I need. “Water? Candy?” A playful smirk slides into place alongside an eyebrow wiggle. “Nuts?”

The gagging sound that escapes causes me to laugh, something it seems like I never stop doing when we’re together.

Truthfully?

I’m not sure I’ve ever laughed as much as I do with Arden in my entire life.

Post pumping gas and her taking Bear on a short bathroom walk, we get back into the jeep in tandem, an action that seems to occur just in time to beat the lights in the area shutting off.

“Impeccable timing,” mirthfully escapes me. “Yet again proving I am incredible.”

“You are incredible,” Arden surprisingly states, summoning me to fully turn in my seat to face her.

“Pardon?” There’s no stopping my head from falling at an angle. “I’m not sure the fans in the top level heard you.”

“You are incredible, Hamster Boy.”

“I don’t think they needed to hearthatnickname.”

“And so fucking thoughtful.”

“I try.”

“And so about to get laid…”

“I am,” cockily falls from my lips before they’ve properly had time to be processed. “Wait.” Confusion crinkles my forehead. “I am?”

There’re no additional words.

Or clues.

Or signals.

She simply hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and begins to wiggle them down past her shoeless ankles.

“Very well then, Slayer…” Casually freeing my swelling cock is done in tandem to her lower half becoming liberated. “I suppose I am.”

“You have time, aye?” Arden carefully crawls across into my seat after delivering a hand motion to the pup to lay down in the back. “You won’t miss your flight?”

“Who gives a fuck if I do?” I roughly grip her ass to assist in lowering her onto my dick at the same time I gravelly proclaim, “I’ll book another one.”

Whatever snarky comment she was prepared to unleash swiftly becomes replaced by a smutty moan instead.

White-hot wetness unforgivingly engulfs my shaft.

Soaks it inch by inch.

Squeeze by fucking squeeze.

Leaves no territory untouched as her tight, slick muscles are steadily stretched in two.

Forced to accommodate more than they’re screaming they can handle.

Arden’s entire body crinkles forward, hard nipples brushing against my chest, face nestling itself into my neck, teeth scraping whatever skin it can reach underneath the very edge of my shirt, creeping towards my script tattoo.

“That’s it, Slayer,” floats off my tongue alongside one hand harshening its hold on the curve of her ass, knocking into the steering wheel. “Nice and slow.” Her hips roll in a slightly more exaggerated nature. “Holyhell you feel so fucking good.”The other set of fingers tangle themselves into the back of her hair. “So fucking perfect.” Shudders over the proclamation prompt me to growl against her ear, “So fucking mine.”

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