Page 115 of Surviving Lies

She looked down at what she was wearing, an incredulous look coming across her face as her mouth fell open. She pulled at the T-shirt and the pants. “This? This is sexy?”

“You make anything sexy, Bec,” I told her. And I wasn’t lying. My blood rushed to my loins when she was in a simple sleep shirt. It helped that her sleep shirts usually clung to her tits and showed the outline of her nipples. Shit, I was horny.

She smirked, but then turned a bit in her seat to face me. The mischievous glint in her eyes intrigued me, making me turn down the music on the radio.

“I have a secret, Ty.”

The sultriness in her voice made my dick jerk in my pants. I pulled my eyes from the road once again to see a seductive smile on her face.

“What might that be?”

She tugged on the neckline of the T-shirt, pulling it low enough to expose her breast, most of it anyway, and my eyes widened at the sight.

“I’m going commando,” she teased. “Everywhere.”

Fuck. I was immediately squirming in my seat, and she took notice. Her tiny squeal of approval didn’t go unnoticed. “You’re my little temptress, aren’t you, Becca?” I reached over and pulled the band of her sweatpants away, attempting to confirm there was nothing underneath.

And there wasn’t.

“Want me to take them down for you?” she asked. Her hands were already on the elastic waistband before I answered.

“Yes!”

Shit, this was every guy’s fucking dream. She shimmied them down under her ass, keeping the safety belt across her lap. Soon enough, her bare ass and pussy were on full display. Thankfully it was already dark out, but I still decided moving over to the right lane of the highway was a shrewd decision.

“Becca ...” My desire, my wonder, my hope, all came through in the drawl of her name.

She opened her legs wider, an offering that was near impossible for me to enjoy fully while keeping my eyes on the road. “I don’t want to crash, Bec.”

“Then keep your eyes on the road. I only need your hand,” she cooed.

As I slowed the car down even more, my hand made its way across the console. She grabbed it and placed it exactly where it needed to be.

“Bec, where’s all the hair?” My fingers rubbed against her pubic region, the area smooth and clean shaven. My eyes darted from the road to hers, a sly smile forming on her mouth.

“I may have gotten a Brazilian this week,” she said breathily. “I was thinking we would be celebrating after my speech.”

Well, fuck.

She was soaking wet as my fingers pressed into her folds, a moan escaping her lips. “Make me come, Ty. I’m so fucking horny,” she said as her head fell against her headrest. “Make me come all over your hand.”

Her words had my dick growing in my pants, and it was torture, not being able to touch it. With one hand on the wheel, I plunged the other inside her tight hole. First two fingers, then three. The walls of her pussy squeezed around me as her moans filled the inside of the car.

“Ty, fuck, that feels so good!”

Her hand moved to her breast, pawing at it through the oversized T-shirt. My eyes were bouncing from her to the road and I was having a hard time concentrating on my driving. I knew I should probably pull over, finish this on the side of the road, but there wasn’t even a safe spot to do that on this highway.

“Pull your shirt up, Bec. Let me see your tits.”

She did what I asked as my hand continued its welcomed invasion between her legs. Her hands pushed her tits together, and I ached to taste them.

Frustrated and concerned for our safety, I scanned the landscape of the highway surrounding us as I drove. Up ahead, I saw a pullout, just small enough for my car to fit safely, away from the eighteen wheelers flying by.

As my hand retreated, Becca whined. “What are you doing?” Though, as she looked out the window, she immediately figured it out.

“Hold on, baby doll,” I told her. Pulling off the highway, I put my hazards on. Then, I turned and gave my full attention to the goddess in the seat next to me.

“Where was I?”

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