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“Should we take it from here and create our own ending?”

Her plump bottom lip is tortured by her teeth. “What did you have in mind?”

“I could find an abandoned lot,” I hint.

“Oh,” she breathes. “You want to do it in the truck?”

“Very much so. Haven’t broken it in yet. Not with me,” I mutter as an afterthought.

Cassidy’s hand covers mine. “Jealous?”

“Of your past lovers? Always.”

The green in her gaze sparks with heat, slinking out from behind the flush. Her lids lower as she turns slightly toward me. This is the sultry side of her that I like to assume didn’t exist until me. That honor is mine along with reaping the rewards. Especially when she glides our joined hands upward, roaming beneath her athletic shorts to reach between her thighs.

“Find somewhere private to park.” Her throaty voice fondles my balls. “I’ll bang the worries from your mind. It’s just you and me and our future together.”

The wheel jerks in my grip when she presses my fingers against her panties. All traces of envy flee my brain. I’m thinking with my dick as if I wasn’t drained dry an hour ago. My hazy eyes scan for potential options. A strip of industrial developments might as well be beckoning to me. The lots are empty for the weekend. My shaky grasp steers us to a section behind the buildings that’s hidden from the street.

We lurch forward when I smash on the brakes too hard. Cassidy smacks a hand on the dash, a gasp tripping from her. A stampede thunders in my pulse. I whip off my seatbelt to escape the suffocating restraint. She stares at me, an expectant lift to her brow.

My chest is rising and falling as if I chased her through a pasture. “Fuck, you make me crazed.”

She licks her bottom lip in a languid caress I feel along my shaft. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Crawl to me, beauty.”

A soft whimper spills free from her before she scrambles to unbuckle herself and do what she’s told. I blindly search for the button to push my seat as far back as possible. My stare tracks Cassidy’s fluid movements as she kneels and rests her palms on the center console. The t-shirt hides her cleavage but I imagine her breasts almost spilling free. She crawls across theshort distance between us, pausing when an inch separates our mouths. I inhale her hitched breaths like my survival depends on it. Our gazes collide and lock, green wading through blue. We’re suspended in this heated moment where the next one to move gains control.

Neither of does for several strained seconds.

Cassidy snatches the reins, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss. The chasteness tips the scales in the opposite direction and I’m practically vibrating to deepen the exchange. That’s my only excuse for startling when her fingers begin undoing my jeans.

I straighten with a groan as my cock is released, immediately met by her tight grip. She sighs while giving me an introductory tug that shoots lightning up my spine. Her expression turns sultry and I brace myself to get tortured. The vixen doesn’t disappoint. My shaft throbs as she strokes all the way up to the flared head, swiping her thumb in the pre-cum forming at my tip. She uses the droplet to lube her downward sweep. I buck into her hand, which gets me nowhere. The pace she sets is maddening. Pressure builds but there’s no outlet. Her smile spreads in the face of my struggle. When the next glide resembles a feather taunting my desperation, the threads of tolerance snap.

“My turn,” I growl.

She squeaks as I make my move. In an impressive maneuver, I grasp her waist and spread her astride my lap. She hovers in the straddled position while I tug her shorts and thong to the side. I chose these bottoms well—the leg hole loose enough to accommodate a quick fuck. To demonstrate, my dick threads through the opening and slides along her slit.

My fingers flex for a steady hold while my composure slips. “Let’s fog up the windows.”

Her lashes flutter shut when I bump her clit. “Not sure that’s possible in the summer, trouble.”

“Challenge accepted.” I huff on the glass until it fogs and draw an infinity heart.

“Good grief,” she mewls. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just have mercy on me.”

“Ride this cock,” I rasp into her throat.

“Don’t you mean that?” Cassidy shoves her tits—and the message stamped there—forward.

“Yeah, beauty. Accept the whole package.” I guide her onto my length.

She grips my shoulders and lowers slowly. With each inch she takes, her mouth drops wider. The urge to thrust shakes me to my core but I fight the need. We exhale once she’s seated fully, stretched around my girth. That’s when I press us tighter together and grind her into my piercing. Her pussy clamps me in an unforgiving squeeze to return the favor.

Our mutual groans fill the cab with thick lust. I’m already intoxicated when she starts to roll her hips. Cassidy pushes up and plunges down, ripping a grunt from me. The slap of our union is muffled by clothes but there’s no disguising her slick arousal coating mine.

That warmth floods my veins but I need more. My palms drift under her shirt, the contact thrumming through me. She’s soft and pliant and taking me deep. I cinch my arms around her waist to hug us close. Lilacs and fulfilled desires strum my senses. Her breathy gasps increase in volume when I punch my hips into her downward strokes. My smirk kisses her grin while we get lost in the motions.

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