Page 50 of A Very Miller-Cooper Life

Reagan lifted an eyebrow at me. “Want me to help you feel young again?”

“That depends. What did you have in mind?” If I was being honest, the smirk on her face made me feel equal parts excited and scared.

“Let’s park the car in the overflow parking lot between the schools and reenact that night you jumped me after you figured out I wasn’t actually dating your brother.”

“You really want to reenact the night the cops showed up while we were trying to have sex in my car?”

“It was your ex-boyfriend. He was hardly a cop.”

She did have a point and that parking lot was dark and empty. Not to mention the fact that it had been forever since we had sex and just the mention of it had me very turned on. “Fine. But if we get caught and need to be bailed out of jail, we’re calling one of your high school friends. I don’t care how long it’s been since you’ve talked to them.”

Reagan shrugged. “Fine with me.”

I drove to the parking lot and parked in the farthest and darkest spot. I turned off the car to decrease the risk of someone seeing us, then turned toward Reagan and ran my hands over my legs. “Do these sweatpants turn you on as much as my shorts did that night?”

“Is it weird if I say they turn me on more?”

I laughed a long hearty laugh. Just when I thought I couldn’t love this woman more she says something that makes me realize I can. “I’d expect nothing less from you, baby.”

“Do I still turn you on as much as I did when I was the straight girlfriend of your brother?”

I laughed again. “That’s a definite yes.”

Reagan motioned toward her lap. “So, I guess if we are re-enacting that night, you belong right here.”

I looked around the parking lot as if someone would have suddenly snuck in and was watching us. When I found that it was still completely empty, I did as directed. It took a bit more maneuvering than I remembered, but finally I was able to find a not-so-terrible position facing Reagan with my hands clasped together behind her neck. I leaned in and kissed her slowly at first, but picked up the pace when she wrapped her arms around me.

As the kiss heated up, I moved my hips against Reagan’s lap to get some release from the currents pulsing through mybody already. As I pushed into her harder, I felt something in her pants.What the hell?

I moved my hand into Reagan’s pants and gasped. “You’re packing right now? You’ve never done that before.” That’s when it hit me. “Wait. You were planning on this.”

“Planning would mean I assumed you’d say yes. I was hoping.”

“You’re quite the romantic, Mrs. Miller-Cooper.” I pulled the object out of her pants and stroked it. “But I don’t recall this happening that first night in my car.”

“Who knows what would’ve happened if Jarrett hadn’t shown up.”

“Maybe you should show me now.”

Reagan licked her lips and nodded at me. “Take your pants off and I’ll show you.”

After struggling to find a position where I could maneuver my pants off I was finally able to pull them down. I let them rest around my ankles and repositioned myself on Reagan. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Where do you want me?”

“It’s not about whereyou’regoing to be.Iwant to be inside of you. I guess I should probably get you wet first though, huh?”

“That shouldn’t be hard.” In fact, I felt myself becoming wet the moment I realized Reagan had something extra between her legs.

When Reagan brought her hand to my center, I purred with delight. As if that wasn’t enough, Reagan ran two fingers through my wetness, then brought those fingers to her lips and licked them clean.

I swore I could’ve come just from watching that. I wanted to see her do it over and over again. But Reagan was on a mission and moved her fingers against me harder and harder. I pushedher hand away when everything around me started to disappear and my muscles began to spasm.

“I need you inside of me now.”

Reagan smirked. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

She held the dildo in place while I lowered myself on top of it. It felt so good going into me that I thought I might orgasm before the first thrust. Luckily, I was able to hold myself together enough to start moving on top of it.

I lifted my body up and down so I could fuck myself on Reagan’s dildo. The pressure built within me as I moved faster and pushed it in further. When the pain came, I only fucked myself harder. Pain mixed with pleasure and the most intense orgasm I ever experienced shot through me.

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