Page 75 of Perfect Cowboy

“Turn off the lights,” Ashley insists, “But keep this door open.”

It was busy when we arrived, so we parked at the back. I reversed the truck into the spot, and the coverage from the passenger door shields our bodies from anyone walking by.

It’s still early in the night and folks want to let loose after being stuck in their houses. No one is likely to be out in the parking lot when all the action – and heat – is inside.

But here we are.

“Do you want me to start the truck so you stay warm while you’re being crazy?” I ask, with a frown.

“No. I want you to do what I say for once.”

Still not understanding, I reach into the truck to turn the lights off and then stand staring at her expectantly. I let out a long breath that looks like smoke in the cold night air.

“Okay, so the point of–”

“Thanks, sir.”

She jumps on me and I reflexively catch her, cupping her ass while she kisses me and fumbles with my belt and zipper.

“Babe…” I manage between kisses.

If she wants to have sex, we can leave. We can fuck in the back of the truck. Hell, we can sneak into the bathroom or a storage room at the Moose.

Inside. Where it’s warm.

“You need to come,” she says, and while she isn’t wrong, she’s also lost her damn mind.

Her mouth is all over my neck, biting, sucking, and licking the sensitive skin nice and hard – just how I like it. And she keeps up the actions that are making me hornier than hell when she frees my cock and starts stroking it.

After enduring her teasing for the last couple of hours, I’m already wet with pre-cum and so hard it hurts. My groan is long and loud, all my protests vanishing into the sky.

Standing outside in the bitter cold to get an awesome orgasm? Sure thing.

She wants me to fuck her in potential view of everyone? Cool.

Maybe she wants round two inside with my friends watching? No problem.

Apparently, impulse control isn’t my strong suit where she’s concerned, but dammit, she makes me feel too good.

And it’s not just my cock, though he’s happier than he’s ever been.

Being with her again is like coming home after being away for far too long.

“Fuck yes, I do,” I growl. “You gonna get me off, babe?”

“It will be my pleasure, sir.”

She jumps from my arms, quickly yanks her jeans and panties down her legs, and then leans into the truck as though she’s really looking for her phone.

My hands instantly reach under her coat and caress her everywhere. She has the sexiest ass I’ve ever been lucky enough to touch, and I can’t wait to find out how wet she is.

The thought of anyone catching sight of my private view makes me homicidal, and part of me wants to convince her to get into the truck. The other part loves that she wants me so badly right now that she is throwing caution to the wind.

And then she’s reaching back and guiding my hard cock to her pussy, and there’s not a chance I can refuse her or offer anything resembling a protest.

She strokes me a few times, rubbing the head against her clit and making me hiss out a breath through my teeth.

So fucking silky and wet.

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