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She’s quiet for a minute and I peek over at her. “Damn Brett, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“Don’t. I don’t want your sympathy. We’re talking, let’s just keep doing that.”
“Well you know my dad died. I have my mom and my grandparents, but they moved to Florida a few years ago. I miss them like crazy, but we talk often. I do have aunts, uncles and cousins, just not around here. What’s your worst fear?”
“Erectile dysfunction,” I say, laughing.
“Such an asshole. You wouldn’t know what to do without sex would you?” she asks, putting her hand on my thigh.
Glancing down at her hand, I grip the steering wheel tighter. “You’re going to ask me that and then put your hand on my thigh?”
“Yep,” she says, in that sexy, teasing voice of hers.
Reaching over, I run my hand up her thigh, pushing up the dress she has on. All she has to do is touch me and I’m turned on. I’m not sure she even realizes that she has that kind of power over me. But right now, I’m going to show her.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I push my hand inside her panties and feel her wet pussy. “Fuck, Eva.” I drag my fingers through her wetness and up to her clit rubbing it. Listening to her soft moans fill the truck has my cock pushing against my zipper. “Slide your panties off.”
She does as I tell her and I push my fingers inside her dripping cunt, pulling a shout out of her. I turn down some back roads because I’m not willing to let anyone see her when I make her come. Moving my fingers in and out, I pick up the speed and she lifts her hips, grinding against my fingers. It’s fucking hot.
“Oh Brett,” she whispers when I rub my thumb on her clit as I continue finger fucking her.
“So hot Eva. I want you to come on my fingers.”
“Fuck, I’m going to. Keep going,” she moans out.
Like I had any intention of stopping. Making her come is something that takes over. It’s the only thing I can think about, the only thing I want. It’s such a turn on when her orgasm rips through her because of me.
I feel her pussy tighten on my fingers and I know she’s close. “Don’t fight it Eva. I feel you. I know you’re close.”
Pushing my thumb down on her clit, she explodes on my fingers and I let her ride it out. “Fuck Brett,” she shouts.
I remove my fingers and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean. “So fucking good,” I whisper, looking over at her.
“Pull over.”
“What?” I question.
“Pull over.”
I find a wooded area up the road and pull over. Before I can even ask what’s wrong, she climbs onto my lap and kisses my neck. “Fuck me, Brett.”
Pushing the seat back, I have her sit back. I pull a condom out of my pocket, before pushing my jeans down a bit. I quickly roll the condom over my hard dick and look at her. Digging my fingers into her thighs I lift her slightly and have her sink down on my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan as she takes every inch of me.
Grabbing her ass, I lift my hips causing her to dig her nails into my arms. She’s riding me and fuck it feels so good. I suck at her neck as my fingers sink into her ass. She moans, clawing at me as we fuck. It’s hard, fast and dirty. Exactly the way I like it.
She surprises me when she bites down on my neck, but fuck it just spurs me on. Our moans echo around us in the tight space and the windows are starting to fog from our heavy breathing. Fuck, she’s so much more than anyone I’ve ever been with.
“I’m close,” she moans out.
Picking up my pace, I feel her pussy squeeze me. She bites down on my shoulder as her release washes over her. Fuck, I hope she breaks skin.
“Fuck, Eva,” I groan as I feel my orgasm approaching. Mimicking her, I bite down on her shoulder as I explode inside her.
When our breathing slows down, I push the hair off her face. Studying just how damn beautiful she is. “You want to be my plus one to the wedding?” I ask, smiling.
A huge smile spreads across her face, lighting up her brown eyes. “Yes.”
I softly press my lips to hers, as my fingers tangle in her hair. I don’t know what the hell it is about her, but I just can’t get my fill. I want her when she’s right here with me and when I’m not with her. Christ I miss her. It’s not just the sex either. It’s the talking, the laughs, the friendship. It’s her.
