Page 89 of The Truths We Seek

“You keep biting that lip and I’m going to pull this car over,” I tease, but she trails her fingers up my thigh and her eyes light up.

“Maybe that’s what I had in mind.”

“Oh, Angel, if you want taking care of, all you have to do is ask.” I murmur, scouting out the traffic around us, checking where we are and just how much risk there is if I pull off.

“Maybe I want to take care of you,” she responds, licking her lips, and just like that, I’m hard as a fucking rock. Her fingers trace up to the button of my jeans, popping it open before she slides down my zipper. “I wonder how well you can focus if I do this?”

Her voice is playful and teasing and I am so here for it. Plus, the thought of people being able to see us messing around just does it for me. Always has. The thought takes me back to the first time I had her in that elevator, knowing Rory was watching the camera feed. It just does shit to me that I refuse to ever question.

“I guess we can find out,” I moan as she strokes my dick. The upside to rarely wearing underwear. Less barriers for my girl. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Her touch is like a whisper against my skin to start with and a shiver runs down my spine.

As her fingers wrap tightly around my dick, I grit my teeth, willing my eyes to stay focused on the road. I'm driving fast and the more she touches me, the harder my foot presses on the accelerator.

Darting my eyes to Quinn, I smirk at her smug grin, like she's got me exactly where she wants me.

"Less posturing, more sucking." I wink when she gasps in mock offense then relax against the seat as her head fits perfectly between my dick and the steering wheel. "That's right, Angel. Make sure I can hear you gagging and keep your ass in the air."

"You're a pervert." She teases but does exactly as I instruct her to do.

"And that's why you love me." I almost run off the road as she moans around my dick, her hot, wet mouth taking me in all the way and bumping against the back of her throat.

My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip as I weave around some two-hundred-year-old grandpa driving forty miles below the speed limit. Yeah, yeah, it's all exaggerated but my brain is uber focused on one thing only: Making Quinn gag on my cock. These fuckwits on the road are only getting in the way of my goal.

Thank fuck they're few and far between.

"Come on, Angel. I know you can do better than that. Take it. Fucking swallow it down, baby girl." Her ass shakes on the seat, making my hand itch to slap it as a little incentive.

And well, I'm not very good with self-control when it comes to Quinn so I reach over, sliding my palm over her spine and landing a quick, hard slap to her right cheek.

The effect is immediate. As Quinn reacts to her spanking, her head jolts forward and my dick pushes just a couple of inches further into her throat.

I barely manage to stay on the road, swerving left then right, both hands on the wheel and my teeth clenched so hard I almost break one.

"Fucking Christ, Angel."

Then she flips me off since her mouth is too full to sass me.

"Awful daring for someone who's choking on a whole lotta cock." Grabbing her hand, I suck her middle finger then bite the tip just as she takes my entire length and makes a gagging sound around my root.

Holy mother of Christ, she was trying to fucking kill us.

Yeah, I'm all about road head but I'd rather survive it.

Plus... my turn.

Pulling over on the side of the road, I drive down far enough to be half hidden by the corn stalks but open enough that the danger of being spotted is still there.

Coming to an abrupt stop, I slam my head on the back of the seat as dust and tiny rocks fly all around the car.

When I look down, she's still going to town like we didn't just almost die out there.

But that's fine. We're all good now and before I have my way with her, I want to feel her just one more time.

With one hand on the wheel, I take the other and push her head down all the way, almost losing my ever-loving mind as her saliva drips onto my groin and the tip of my cock chases the deepest recess of her throat.

"Goddamn, Angel. Your mouth is unholy." My fingers curl around her luscious locks as I begin pulling her off. I'm not fucking coming like this. Quinn always goes first, no matter what.

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