Page 36 of Wrong Place Perfect Time

But as I’ve said, the old man isn’t renowned for being stupid. And there’s always a reason for everything he does, no matter how strange.

A part of me smells a giant rat, but I remind myself about my original plans to escape with her anyway, so whether it’s a free ride for now or not doesn’t matter.

All I care about is getting her alone.

Getting a proper taste of that sweet pussy of hers on my lips so I can start living the good life.

With her, both of us. Just the two of us until we can make our own family.

I’ve kept my tongue to myself long enough by the time we hit the open road.

I haven’t said anything to her yet, but I’m bursting at the seams and turn off on a lone stretch of road.

There’s nothing here but wilderness for miles. But it’s right here, right now, that I feel safest.

I'm confident we’re not being followed, and only once I know we’re somewhere that nobody will just happen by, I can finally stake my claim on Jasmine.

Then take that claim, making her mine forever.

Feel her from the inside like I wanted to the second I spotted her.

Could I do better than the folded-down front seat of one of the hired hand’s cars?

Usually, I could do better, but right now. Tonight?

It’s about as close to heaven as I think I’ll get, and as the rain starts to patter on the car’s roof, I slide her out of her jeans, not minding the cramped interior because it means I have to be skin on skin with her the whole time.

“Rocco?” she murmurs dreamily, her fingers tracing my face as she struggles to tell me something.

“I know,” I assure her greedily, running my hand over her soaked sex before pushing her soft thighs wider.

I growl at the sight of her gleaming little slit. Quivering, ready as I struggle with my other hand to free my aching length.

“I’m gonna eat you until you come on my face,” I let her know, letting her have a sneak peek at the cock I plan on filling her with before I move into position.

Her legs and body instantly mold themselves around me and the interior of the car.

My mouth covers her sweet sex, silencing her thoughts but giving rise to moans and grunts that I can tell are gonna drown the rain coming down.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

I mean that, and I tell her in my own way.

A larger mouthful here or a little bite there.

I’ve never been very good with words, but I’m guessing I’ve found a more practical use for my tongue with Jasmine.

Instead of wagging it full of words, I can use it to show her just how much a guy like me likes a girl like her after all.

Something I can just tell is on her mind.

It’s not every day a younger girl like her just appears and sets off a chain reaction with men twice her age, I’m sure.

And I’m equally sure that she’s meant to be mine from now on, spotting her like I did, having her fall into my lap, literally.

It’s all a sign pointing to better and bigger things to come.

“Rocco…Rocco,” she whimpers, her whole body tense before she convulses in waves of her first climax.

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