Page 6 of Bite Your Tongue

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” he says to me before his eyes dart to Saylor. “Saylor,” he murmurs.

“Ry doesn’t have time to talk right now. Sorry,” she says all too pleasantly. “I mean, unless you’d like to join? Maybe you’re into that sort of thing.”

I shoot her a glare before sending him a silent warning. Lucky for me, he doesn’t seem interested in her offer at all. He just seems pissed off.

“We’ll be back in a bit,” I tell Tripp because no chance in hell am I sharing my dream girl with that motherfucker. No way. I’ve waited my entire adult life for this moment, and he’s not about to fuck it up.

“I have my own truck, so I’ll probably head out,” he grumbles, turning away from us.

He didn’t really want to even come out tonight to begin with, and now look at me—I’m ditching the poor guy. But there are times in life when selfishness is allowed.

And when you’re about to bury your dick deep inside Saylor Sawyer’s pussy, you’re allowed to be the most selfish fucker on the planet. It’s practically science.

“All right, man. See you in the morning,” I drawl before leading Saylor out the door.

I know the look on Tripp’s face. He’s not happy that I’m going against the wishes of one of our teammates and best friends. But, fuck, this girl needs me right now. She’s going through a lot, and if she wants to use me—or my dick—for the night … who am I to tell her no?

“Your place or mine?” I say, pulling the passenger door open for her.

“That seems far too personal, and let’s not make this more than what it is,” she taunts. “What’s wrong with your truck?” she says, climbing inside and running her hand over the leather. “Seems like a nice ride to me.”

My pulse quickens. It’s no secret that Saylor can be a little promiscuous. Some guys might make a joke about it; I find it endearing because she literally gives zero shits. She is who she is, and you can take it or leave it. Either way, she’ll be fine.

That’s what she wants people to think anyway. Inside, I think she cares much more than she leads on, but I’m not about to prod for more information right now.

Closing her door, I make my way to the driver’s side, trying to not look as desperate to be inside of her as I actually am. The voice continues to yell at me, telling me to quit while I’m ahead, warning me that I shouldn’t touch her, but I silently tell it to shut the fuck up and climb into the truck before shifting into drive and pulling into a spot that’s more inconspicuous. I’m too far gone to tell her I’ve changed my mind. My cock is so hard thatmy brain feels numb as I glance over at the gorgeous girl in my passenger seat, who’s looking at me withfuck meeyes.

Unzipping my jeans, I shove them, along with my briefs, down just far enough to let my cock spring free.

“What are you waiting for, beautiful?” I murmur deeply just as she pushes her jacket off and tosses it into the back seat. “Come over here and use my cock.”

Keeping her skirt on, she reaches down and pulls her panties off before climbing over the console. Her tits strain against the light-colored fabric of her top, and my dick bounces, poking her in the thigh.

I slide my hands beneath her tank top. “No bra? You filthy fucking girl. I love it,” I practically groan, cupping her tits. “Fuck, these are perfect,” I utter.

When I lift her tank top, her bare tits stare me in the eyes, begging for me to bury my face between them—so that’s exactly what I do. When I bring one of her flawless nipples into my mouth, she moans, pushing her pussy harder against my thighs. My cock is wedged between our bodies, begging for her to fucking play with it.

Leaning back against the steering wheel, she gazes down at my cock as it gives her a standing ovation. She brings her hand to her mouth and spits on it, fucking soaking her palm. Then she wraps it around the base of my dick and begins to jerk me slowly.

“Fuck,” I hiss, licking her other nipple before putting my face between her tits and running my tongue against her flesh.

She’s fucking flawless, and she’s got my dick so hard that I can hardly think straight.

I hope she’s not expecting much because given how turned on I am, I’m probably going to blow my load after about three minutes—if I’m lucky. If her hand feels this good stroking me, how the fuck am I going to survive her pussy strangling my cock?

“I don’t have a condom,” I murmur against her neck, sucking lightly.

“Are you clean?” she whispers, never stopping her palm from sliding up and down my length.

“Yes, I promise,” comes from my lips instantly. If there’s a chance I get to fuck this woman bare … send me to heaven now because I’ll have lived a full fucking life.

“Same, and I have an IUD,” she breathes out, stroking me faster and moaning when I bite the flesh on her jawline.

“Sit on it,” I grunt after a minute of letting her hand play with my dick. “Ride me, Saylor. Make me come.”

I grab the base of my dick as she lifts her hips and hovers her entrance right above me. Slowly, she relaxes down, and my cock swells inside of her, getting even thicker. Her pussy wraps around me so tightly that I suck in a breath to stop myself from growling in pleasure.

It feels like her pussy was made for my cock.

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