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I stare down, watching his grip turn my skin white as he adjusts in his seat and grabs at his dick. The action makes me moan as I imagine his cock thick and heavy in his slacks, begging for my attention. I’m still so worked up from Christian, my body buzzing for another orgasm.

“Zeke,” I say his name barely above a whisper when I finally look right into his gaze.

His eyes are heavy, full of lust and desire as he licks his lips and looks down over my chest. “I can smell you, Billie,” he tells me, moving his hand further up my thigh.

I’m burning wherever his hand touches me, forming a knot in my throat as I swallow back another moan. I can’t help myself when I spread my legs further for him and adjust in my seat so he can see my soaked panties.

“Mmm, is that for me, baby?” he asks in a deep, low tone as his eyes lower and a flush creeps into his cheeks.

Biting my bottom lip, I grab the bottom of my skirt with both hands and pull it up around my hips. I want him to see me—all of me. My hands go for my school-issued button up next, popping one at a time as he watches me go down. I squirm in my seat when I pull my shirt open, feeling the cool air of the cab harden my nipples more than they already are.

“Fuck,” he hisses out as I watch his gaze bounce back and forth across my chest.

I grin, understanding the hardships he’s going through right at this moment. I’d give anything to drop the zipper on his slacks, stick my hand inside, and pull out his thick, pulsing cock. If he gets to see, I want to see, too.

“Can I touch you?” he whispers, looking me dead in the eyes.

A guy who asks permission? God, I’m turned on right now. Giving him a slow nod, I hold my skirt up with one hand and cup my left tit with the other. He doesn’t waste a second to reach over and grab my other tit, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch my nip. My head flies back into his seat as my moan fills the car. Everything is so sensitive right now, silently begging him to touch me everywhere.

“Zeke, more,” I instruct him.

With a groan, he moves his hand from my breasts and slips it into the top of my panties. I arch my hips and open for him, inhaling a sharp breath when he brushes against my clit. Another shock tears through my pussy and up my spine the same way it did when Christian was touching me.

But I can’t be fingered again. I need more. I need to feel full and plugged as I cum until I’m shaking. So I reach down and stop his hand from moving as I shake my head at him.

“Show me yours,” I whisper.

A smirk lifts his sexy lips as he sits back and gets to work unbuttoning his slacks. I love how he doesn’t fight what I want in the slightest, willing to give me everything. But when he pulls his cock from his white boxers, my mouth drops wide open. What the fuck is that thing?!

“What’s his name?” I ask as my eyes widen. “And do you tuck him in at night?”

Zeke’s deep chuckle fills the car as he strokes his long, thick monster dick—without any piercings like Christian’s. I mean, it’s not world record breaking by any means, but I know it’s going to hurt when I sit on it.

“Do you have a song I have to sing to charm him?”

He laughs louder, but goes straight faced when he grabs my jaw and pulls me to him. I let out a yelp as I lean over the center console and stare dead into his hard eyes.

“This smart mouth needs to be filled with my cock.” He bites his bottom lip, letting his eyes drift over my features before finding my gaze again. “Would you like that too, Billie?”

My pussy pounds as I pant against his mouth, nodding ever so gently. Cock praise is my kink, and I can’t wait to get my hands wrapped around that thing. I can’t wait to see his face and hear his moans as I fuck him with my mouth.

Licking his hand, I turn my head and kiss his palm before I lower down. I grab the base, swallowing hard when my fingers don’t touch. But it’s when I wrap my mouth around the head that shocks me. I’m not even past the tip and my mouth already feels full.

Zeke slips his hand into my hair, hissing when I slide and twirl my tongue around the backside of his shaft. The vein throbs there, making his cock bounce in my hand.

“Fucking choke on it, Billie,” he instructs roughly before he guides my mouth back over the head.

My eyes cross when he thrusts upwards, filling my mouth as far as he can go. I gag around him, drool spluttering from my mouth and down my jaw, and it’s only making my pussy wetter, too. I moan around him, stroking him long and hard as I try to swallow back as much of him as I can. But I can’t breathe, so I lean back and fill the car with my gasps.

He chuckles, biting his bottom lip again as he grabs my soaked jaw and looks me dead in the eyes. “Damn, I’m going to enjoy training your mouth with my cock. How do I taste, huh?”

But he doesn’t let me answer when he kisses me, tracing my lips with his tongue. I realize he’s tasting himself and it makes my eyes roll back as I groan into his mouth. He fills mine with his own, biting my bottom lip before he pulls back. My lip pops with his release, and I look up at him to see what he wants me to do next.

“Backseat,” he rushes out while he shoves his cock back into his boxers, then gets out and jumps in the back.

He sits in the middle of the backseat, pulling his slacks and boxers down until mid-thigh, trapping his legs. Stroking himself, he curls his fingers and invites me back. I go without hesitation, getting into the backseat easily. As I straddle him, I pull my panties to the side and let my wetness coat his length.

Reaching around, he grabs my panties and holds them to the side while he grabs his cock and guides himself to my pussy. I’m so wet I easily slide over the head and down, but fuck, he’s huge. My eyes cross as I sit as far as I can.

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