Page 94 of The Way We Are

When she remains quiet, I try another tactic, “It’s a paid scholarship. You’d be a fool to turn it down. Your dad wants this as much as me, Savannah. We are both immensely proud of you.”

She breathes out heavily. “I know. I’m just gonna miss you guys, that’s all.”

“You aregoing tomiss us. We can’t have you arriving at Cornell talking like a hick.”

She slaps me for the third time. “Sorry,Officer Carter.I promise I’ll be a good, obedient little girl from now on.”

I’d be lying if I said I don’t love the new nickname she’s used the past four weeks. When shecoercedme to consider Regina’s offer, I was annoyed I allowed my dick to speak on behalf of my brain. But as the days rolled on, everything Savannah and Regina said the prior week started to make sense.

Things with my brother were more dire than he let on. After sending a wad of money to my Aunt Kaci to pay for his extensive rehabilitation and counseling sessions, I was strapped for cash. And although Savannah’s financial situation continues to improve, she's years away from returning to the comfortable means she is used to, let alone supporting a jobless boyfriend.

Even though I bent to Savannah’s impeccably persuasive techniques, I still searched relentless for a job the seven days that followed our thrilling road trip. The only call back I received was from my previous employer. With only two options in front of me, I went for the one that didn’t make me cringe every time I considered it. I enrolled in the local Police Academy.

Recalling the direction our conversation was heading, I drop my eyes to Savannah. “You’re only a good girl until I want you to be bad? Right?”

Savannah taps her index finger on her chin, as if she's considering my suggestion. “Alright, yes,” she squeals when I tickle her ribs. “I’ll be bad when you want me to be bad.”

She locks her eyes with mine, the lust in them thickening my dick in an instant. “Do you want me to be bad now,Officer Carter?”

Either too impatient to wait for me to reply, or intuiting my answer with spot-on accuracy, Savannah licks her pouty lips before lowering her head to a region forever dying for her attention.

“Pull over,” she demands, her velvety smooth voice barely heard over the lowering of my zipper. “I don’t want you running us off the road like you did the last time we attempted this.”

“The bumper barely grazed the railing,” I murmur while peering over my shoulder to seek a break in traffic, praying she won’t see the deceit in my eyes.

My truck has a large scrape up the right side from when my excitement got the better of me. Although Chris has offered on numerous occasions to buff out the marks, I like having them there. Who needs a photo to spark a memory when you can have real life triggers?

I’ve barely pulled down a deserted street a few blocks over from the main road when Savannah frees my manhood from the tight restraints of my pants. I’m so grateful for her request for me to pull over when she draws the crest of my dick between her pillowy lips, because there's no way I wouldn’t have killed us.

Savannah’s lips on my dick... there’s nothing better than this.

A string of inappropriate words exits my mouth when she sucks down hard enough to raise my ass off the seat. Loving the sensation of her greedy sucks worshipping every inch of my shaft, I fist her hair in my hand, then plant my feet onto the floor of my truck.

I feed my dick in and out of her mouth at the pace her hand is stroking me. “Fuck yeah, baby, just like that.”

The throaty moans rolling up her chest reveal she loves this as much as me. Savannah knows how to suck dick. The combination of her ravenous sucks added to her eagerness to please has me charging for release faster than my brain can process.

“You know we’re not going to be able to do this after tomorrow,” I mutter, hoping a bit of conversation will lessen my wavering constraint.

When Savannah is laid out in front of me, nothing stops me from ensuring she's satisfied to within mental exhaustion. But when she has my dick in her mouth, nothing but the urge to come engulfs me.

Savannah slides her tongue along the vein feeding my stone-hard dick before answering, “I know,” with a sigh. “By 9 AM tomorrow, I can no longer suck your cock in your truck.”

The urge to come overwhelms me when she lifts and locks her eyes with mine. She swivels her tongue around my knob, knowing I love the visual of her mouth worshipping my dick. The sight of her pleasing me...fuck.That could keep a hundred men in Finland warm in the middle of winter.

Like the urge to come isn’t already overriding my senses, Savannah murmurs against me, “I guess I’ll just have to do it in your patrol car instead.”

Someone fucking shoot me.Sweet and innocent Savannah is every guy’s wet dream, but naughty Savannah... she’s an assortment of wicked.

“You gonna fuck me in my patrol car, baby?” My voice is extra deep, nearly as deep as my dick is plunging into Savannah’s mouth.

“No,” Savannah replies between needy sucks. “I’m notgonnafuck you in your patrol car. I’mgoing tofuck you in your patrol car.” She returns her eyes to mine, the hunger in them pushing me to within an inch of the finish line. “Or maybe if I am really naughty, I’ll let you fuck me instead.”

That’s it, ladies and gentlemen: I am fucking done.

The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen is sucking my dick like she’s never been fed, talking filth out of a mouth God created to bring mortal men to their knees.

“I’m done. Done. Fucking done,” I grunt before hot cum shoots out of my dick in raring spurts.

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