Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
It looks terrifying.
Terrifyingly fun.
“Put a helmet on, and get in,” Rhett calls.
I do as he asks; I put on the helmet he hands me and then I get into the passenger seat of the vehicle. He takes off as soon as I’m in, and I squeal with delight as it powers down the road. It’s so fun, the kind of fun you could only dream about. Not many people could afford to own something like this. Rhett takes us down a dirt road, flicking up mud as he slides around the track.
I laugh and cry out happily the entire time—this is the best rush ever.
We reach a big open field full of mud tracks and ripped up grass. I stare at it, then glance at him. “What is this place?”
“This is the place you’re goin’ to have the time of your life. It’s your turn.”
I blink. “My turn?”
“Yep. Get in the front and unleash. You won’t hurt yourself here, the worst you can do is flip it but even then you’re protected by the bars. Go on, let loose.”
“Will you come with me?”
He nods.
We swap seats and I sit in the front, hands curled around the wheel. I look to him and he nods, giving me a wink. I put my foot on the accelerator and take off. At first I’m hesitant, and because of that, it partially sinks into the mud.
“Don’t be scared,” Rhett tells me. “Hit it.”
I close my eyes for a minute, take a deep breath, and then I shove my foot down hard. The vehicle roars to life, spitting up mud and sliding out to the side as it pulls itself from the mud. I scream happily as I keep my foot down, speeding toward another big mud puddle. I hit it and mud flies up everywhere. My laughter can be heard trailing for miles, of that I’m sure. I spin it on its side and the wheels flick out, making us zig zag all over the place.
It is, without a doubt, the most fun thing I’ve ever done.
I eventually pull up on the grass, panting with adrenaline and excitement. I pull my helmet off and look to Rhett. “That was the best thing ever!”
He grins at me, leaning forward and swiping a bit of mud off my lip. “Glad you enjoyed it,” he murmurs, and my heart races as he leans in closer, brushing his lips across mine.
I already feel incredible, him doing that only makes it that much better.
I kiss him, long and deep, and his fingers tangle into my hair, pulling me closer. Things go from zero to a hundred really quickly, and before I know it I’m on his lap, our kiss intense, our hands roaming. I want to touch all the parts of him, I want to feel him, be near him. I want to finish what we started the other day.
“Can I touch you?” I whisper, holding his eyes.
“Yeah,” he growls.
I reach down between us, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching inside. He’s not wearing anything beneath the jeans and I feel his cock right away, hot and hard. My nerves become a whole lot more intense as I curl my fingers around it, carefully pulling it out so I can admire it. I look down, watching my hand as it strokes, slowly, making it harder and thicker. He has an impressive package, but I’m sure he knows that.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but the way he’s looking at me, the intensity in his eyes, tells me he likes it.
My half tipsy brain encourages me on, and I stroke a little harder, a little firmer. He growls and puts a hand around mine, stopping me. “If you keep doin’ that, I’ll cum.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I murmur, looking into his eyes.
Then, boldly, I lean forward and kiss him again, letting our tongues dance as I begin to stroke his cock in a rhythm that makes his kiss hungry, his growls rumble through my mouth, his breath becoming frantic. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. He rips his mouth away, pressing his forehead against mine and he grinds out, “I’m goin’ to cum.”
Those words send a rush through me, and I keep up the pace as his hand lashes out, reaching for something in the passenger side. He comes back with some sort of rag. His breathing becomes even more ragged and his mouth finds mine as a feral groan leaves his mouth and I feel warm liquid hitting my hand. He uses the rag to cover the rest, growling his release.
It’s fucking epic.
I pull back and watch him, loving the pleasure in his eyes as he cleans up and tucks himself away. He looks at me, and then reaches up, taking my chin in his hand. “I’m goin’ to fuck you. Not here, but I will.”