Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
They’d have to get beside the car to see in, plus she’d said she didn’t care if anyone saw us.
Her decision was made. Sydney grabbed the shirt that was bunched up under her arms and peeled it up over her head. As she arched her back and wedged her hands beneath her to undo her bra, I gripped my dick and rubbed my tip over the damp crotch of her panties.
The sensation distracted her from her task. She’d gotten the bra unclasped, but her movements slowed, and her eyes hooded with pleasure, so I grabbed the center of her bra and pulled, freeing it from her arms.
She was naked except for the skimpy underwear, and she looked so fucking great. Like a wet dream against the leather of the car seat. I had to squeeze the base of my cock to get better control of myself. Her summer suntan spread across her arms and chest, but it faded away as my gaze reached her pale, teardrop-shaped breasts.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her again, teasing her clit through her whisper-thin panties, and she let out the softest, neediest little fucking moan I’d ever heard. It shot straight to my dick, making me throb and ache, and impatience got the best of me.
There should be more foreplay, a voice inside me warned. More prep.
But I ignored it.
I hooked a finger into the side of her underwear, pulled it out of my way, and slid my bare cock through the lips of her pussy. She was hot and slick with arousal, and the action felt so good, static played in my brain.
Like that time we’d been in her room, we were only a heartbeat away from sex. It would be easy to line us up and slip inside her raw. It’d take no effort to sink my body inside hers with absolutely nothing between us.
Every nerve ending in me tingled, begging for it, but instead I repeated the action. I put my free hand over top of my dick, pressed down, and sawed my hips back and forth, making the ridge at the head of my cock slip and slide across her clit.
We both exhaled loudly, and she shuddered beneath me, her head lolling to one side. There was a creak from the dash as she placed the balls of her feet on the flat section above the glove box. It gave me more room to spread my knees on the floorboard.
More room to maneuver.
Again and again, I brushed the sensitive underside of my tip over her swollen clit, and each stroke made her breathe harder. Her hands clamped down on my biceps and her hips swiveled erratically, like I was driving her out of her mind. Her movements seemed uncontrollable and . . . dangerous.
Sweat trickled down the side of my forehead, and I used the back of a hand to wipe it away before grasping her waist. I needed to hold on and anchor us together so she didn’t move a fraction of an inch too high. She was so fucking wet, I might accidentally slide halfway inside her with one poorly timed thrust, and I couldn’t let that happen.
Watching her writhe beneath me was so fucking sexy, my tone turned wicked. “Did you want something?”
I didn’t slow down either. I kept up my methodical pace, grinding our bare skin together, and she clawed at my arms. Her head tipped back, and she let loose a frustrated sigh.
“I want you to stop teasing me,” she said between two enormous gasps, “and put your fucking dick inside me.”
Jesus Christ.
I jolted to a stop, and an incredulous smile overtook my face. I hadn’t expected that to come out of her good girl mouth, so I had to blow out a slow breath to even myself out.
“Do you have any idea,” I snatched up the condom she’d brought me and tore the wrapper open, “how fucking hot it is to hear you talk like that?”
Her focus was glued to my hands, watching as I took out the condom and rolled it on, but meanwhile, color splashed across her cheekbones. She liked my compliment, but her shyness wasn’t something she’d totally conquered yet. As she learned about sex, she was figuring out her confidence too.
And me? Well, I was happy to help.
“I love it when you say what you want,” I said. I grasped the sides of her panties, and like she’d done with her shorts, as I tugged, she brought her knees to her chest, making it so I could strip her underwear off. “It turns me on.” I added her last scrap of fabric to the pile. “Gets me so fucking hard.”
To back my statement up, I ran my sheathed dick across her pussy again, so she could feel every goddamn inch of me.