Page 81 of Spur of the Moment
“How was the fundraiser?” he asked.
“It went well,” I responded. I was too distracted by his hand to give him any more details about the day.
“Lettie?”
I faced him. “Yeah?” My voice was breathy.
He glanced at me. “You good?”
“I just missed you.” My cheeks heated at my admission.
The corner of his lip quirked up. “Missed you too, Huckleberry.”
I took him in, from his hair down to his boot on the gas. Bailey made me feel like a teenager with my hormones out of control.
As if he could read my thoughts, he slid his hand higher on my thigh while keeping his eyes on the road.
I sucked in a breath, then reached over to his belt, undoing the clasp.
He glanced at me again. “What are you doing?”
“Making up for the hotel.”
I tugged at his button and unzipped his jeans. “You’ve more than made up for it already,” he said.
“Don’t care.”
He gave in, keeping one hand on the steering wheel as he helped me free his cock. It sprang out, my mouth watering in anticipation.
I used to hate giving blowjobs, but with Bailey, all it did was turn me on.
I bent down, grasping his shaft with one hand and lowering my lips around the head. He let out a breath and I saw his hand shift on the steering wheel from the corner of my eye.
Pulling him deeper, I began sucking, the fullness in my mouth almost too much. He brought his hand to the back of my head and lightly pushed down, shoving himself to the back of my throat.
My pussy throbbed in my jeans from his hand in my hair and his cock in my mouth. I ached to feel friction there as Icontinued bobbing my head up and down, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Such a naughty girl, taking my cock wherever you want it.”
I moaned and his cock twitched in my mouth.
I heard his blinker flick on, and the truck jostled. He shifted it into park and pulled me up off of him, pushing me back so I was laying on the seat.
He worked at my jeans and slid them off with my panties.
“Don’t have a condom,” he said as he eyed me.
“I don’t care.”
He didn’t hesitate. He shoved into me and my head tilted back, a moan escaping my lips.
“Always so fucking wet for me.” He pulled out, sticking two fingers in me, then brought them up to my lips as he thrusted back inside me.
“Suck,” he commanded.
I leaned forward slightly, taking his fingers into my mouth and sucking just as hard as I had on his cock. He shoved them deeper so they hit my throat for a moment before pulling them back out.
He grabbed my legs, positioning them on his shoulders as he thrust deeper. His hand came around to my neck, adding just enough pressure but still allowing me to breathe.
