Page 23 of Joy Ride
“I wondered what happened. I was up all night waiting for you,” I crack. “And I do mean literally,upall night.”
“I’m so sorry,” she giggles. “But I’m so happy you’re here. I can’t believe you were the one they invited for Christmas dinner.”
I frown. “And why is that so hard to imagine?”
“I don’t know. I just thought maybe you’d be spending the day with some beautiful woman.”
“I sure am,” I say, giving her a double take. Obviously, she has the wrong impression of me, and I need to set something straight, right here, right now. Once we get on the main drag, I find a safe place to pull off the road. My tires crunch over the snow as we slowly come to a stop, and I put the truck in park.
Her eyes grow wide. “Why are we stopping?”
I lean across the console. “As long as we’re being honest with each other from here on out, you should know that I’m not the kind of man who sleeps with a woman one day and then turns around and has Christmas dinner the next day with someone else. It isn’t right, and it isn’t me.”
“Oh.” She seems startled. “I didn’t mean to insult you, it’s just that, ah, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” She quickly looks away, blushing up a storm. “I couldn’t imagine you wouldn’t have a woman to spend Christmas with.”
I inch closer, and she does the same. My chest tightens as my damn heart thumps at the nearness of her. I cradle her face in my hands and whisper, “Darlin’,” against her beautiful, pink lips. I kiss her tenderly, softly running my tongue along her lower lip, and then the top. “When I kiss someone the way I kiss you, you can bet I’m serious. And I’m a one-woman man.”
“But don’t you get lonely?” Her words are all air, and her fiery stare is scorching my soul.
“Trust me, there are worst things than being alone on Christmas. What’s worse is spending Christmas with someone who makes you feel lonely.”
“I never thought of it that way,” her voice trembles. “But I don’t make you feel lonely, do I?”
“No, you sure don’t.” I kiss her again. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?” She winks.
“You’re killing me here.” I chuckle.
“And why is that?” she whispers.
“Because I don’t think I’m going to make it back to that house without coming in my pants. That’s what your kisses do to me. I’m trying to resist you, but—”
“Am I making it hard?” She reaches over and slides her hand over my throbbing cock through my jeans.
I groan, “Fuck, yes you are.”
“Just the way I like it,” she grins, crawling over the console. With my body in knots, I back up the seat a few notches, and watch as she unzips my jeans.
Shit, I close my eyes when her velvet hand makes contact and she spreads my precum around my throbbing head. “Jolene, baby,” I moan as she bends and wraps her lips around my head and sucks me into her mouth a few inches. Sweet Jesus, her warm, slick tongue makes circles around me. “Just like that,” I gasp, pulling my jeans further down.
She slowly takes more of me into her mouth, expertly sucking me down, and then all the way up, and down again. My heart pummels in my chest. I bring my hand up, urgently tunnelling my fingers into the mass of silky curls behind her neck. I’m frozen in time, captivated, watching her head bob up and down. The windows are completely fogged. Her slurps and my moans fill the car, and I’m close. So fucking close.
“Ride my cock, darlin’,” I grunt. “Take that fucking coat off baby, spread those sweet legs, and let me fill you with cum.”
She swirls her tongue around my thick cock and hovers over it with a sly grin. “We’re going to fuck in the car?” She quickly shrugs out of her coat, kicks off her boots and gets out of those pants as fast as anyone could. I send my seat all the way back as she climbs to my side and straddles me.
“Like this?” she teases, angling her hairless, little, pink cunt over me. I fist my cock with one hand and bring her face to my mouth with the other. Then, I devour her with kisses. She slides her creamy slick seam against my pulsing dick, and I groan into her mouth, still kissing her. Nothing on earth could make me stop wanting to fuck her.
Jolene reads my mind and shifts, lowering that tight pussy on me. My blood roars with anticipation of finally filling her to the rim again. I grunt, watching her pussy expand around me as she slides down inch by inch and glides back up, coating me with her cream.
I latch onto her pretty little mouth again and find her tongue with mine. She sucks on it in time with the movement of her hips. Sucking harder with every thrust. “Fuck, where did you learn to roll your hips that way?” I groan.
She bites her lip, sweat beading on her face, and just keeps riding. “I had a great teacher,” she moans in ecstasy.
“Or maybe you’re just a natural. My little barrel racer.”
“Faster!” she cries.
