Page 89 of Stay With Me
“Tattoo artists are professionals. They pierce dicks and vaginas all day long. I’m sure my one little ass cheek wouldn’t even faze ’em.”
I snort. “Is that so?”
“Well, I dunno, but I’m sure they’ve seen it all. They’re practically doctors and are immune to that stuff.”
“Right…” I drawl out, still not convinced.
“So I’m guessing if I tell you I’ve been thinkin’ of gettin’ my clit pierced you’d be against it?”
My cock jerks beneath my jeans, and I have to adjust myself before it rubs uncomfortably along my zipper. She catches me and grins wide.
“No talkin’ about your pussy while I’m drivin’.”
“Okay, what about nipples? I could pierce those.”
“Sunny…” I warn. “Unless you want me to pull over and take you right here, I suggest you stop talkin’ about all your body parts I wanna devour.”
“Not sure that’s as much of a threat as you think it is.”
I shoot her a side-glare as I continue fighting with my erection.
“Ya know, I could help you out with that…” She nods toward my groin.
“That’s dangerous while I’m behind the wheel.”
“More than finger-fucking me while teachin’ me to drive?” she counters. The gloating smirk that covers her stunning face tells me she knows she’s got me there.
Before I can argue, she flips off the chest strap of her buckle and crawls toward me on the bench seat. I pop the steering wheel up so she doesn’t smack her head and widen my legs.
“This is a bad idea,” I say as she undoes my button and zipper.
“You just focus on the road, cowboy. Leave me to it down here.”
I scoff, death-gripping the wheel with one hand as she pulls out my hard length. “Yeah, sure.”
My eyes are laser focused on the traffic in front of me. All it’d take is one nosy trucker to glance over and see Magnolia with my cock in her mouth.
The moment her hot tongue swirls around the tip, I’m fucking gone. She bobs up and down on my shaft like it’s a goddamn Popsicle and when she makes gagging noises, it brings me closer to exploding down her throat.
“Sunny, I’m gonna come,” I warn her, barely able to breathe. Not touching her the way I want to is torture, but I fist her hair so I can control her head if I need to. I wouldn’t think twice about moving her over if there was a threat of an accident happening.
As if she can feel my entire body tense, she hollows her cheeks and sucks harder until my spine tingles and vibrations rock through my balls.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out as she swallows me down.
Her tongue slides up and down, cleaning every ounce of me, but I need her to stop before I get hard again.
“You gotta stop now, baby.”
She sits up and proudly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and I shove myself back in my boxers and rebutton my jeans.
“That was fuckin’ impressive, Sunny.” She’s close enough to kiss, so I drag her mouth to mine for a quick one. “Now, please, sit and put your buckle back in place.”
She mocks me with a salute.
My truck’s never seen so much action, but I’m starting to like these bench seats more and more.
Ten minutes later, we arrive at our date location and as soon as she realizes what we’re doing, her face lights up like a kid’s on Christmas Day.
