Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
And have I mentioned what a glorious dick it is?
Feels so good pressing into my pussy, both of us clad in only our underwear, the sensation as good as being bareback.
“God, I feel like I’m in high school,” I moan, slowly grinding on his body, trying to bring dry humping back in a big way.
“Mmm.” He hums in his chest, hands on my ass, index finger flirting with my crack…just where I like it.
I press my tits against his chest at the same time loud laughter rings from outside. A group of students here to play a pick up game of basketball. Two men here to kick a soccer ball around.
I feel so naughty fooling around in plain sight, and yes, the windows on the truck are tinted so dark no one could possibly see us inside the cab in case you were wondering.
Which you weren’t.
…but in case you were.
I lean forward to kiss Drake’s neck. Then his jawline.
Then his mouth.
I love his mouth; today it tastes like coffee and mints, his skin tasting a little like salty sweat.
Somewhere in the cab of the truck, a phone pings with a new notification but we ignore it, kissing like we haven’t seen each other in days because we haven’t. Missing each other though we’ve only been dating a short while and that’s a good sign, isn’t it?
I move over him, back and forth, back and forth, mindful not to chaff his junk by going at him too hard, the tip of his dick against my cotton thong as intoxicating. Like he was inside me. Like he was actually fucking me.
Drake moans again, deep inside his chest.
Head tips back, leaning against the headrest.
I want him inside me so bad.
So bad.
“God you feel good,” he whispers so quietly, lost in his own pleasure.
“Do you have a condom?”
“In the cup holder.”
In the…
“Cup holder? What the hell.”
His laugh rumbles against my chest. “I was never a boy scout but I know enough to be prepared—just in case.”
“I know but…the cup holder?”
“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to put it in your wallet? If it gets hot it could break and I don’t know how you feel ‘bout it, but I’m not lookin to get anyone knocked up anytime soon. No babies til I have a job.”
My ovaries clench at the thought of him coming inside me and making a baby and yeah, I’m not ready for a kid either, but damn it sounds hot when he talks about babies.
He’s better at the condom thing that I am, tearing it open after shoving down his boxer briefs, rolling it on his hard cock, then positioning me so he’s at my entrance.
I move over him, my slick heat getting the condom wet.
Glide over him, back…
…Forth…
Back…
...Forth…
Feel the tip sliding into me, one hot, hard inch at a time.
Drake
Holy shit.
So tight.
I know she’s wet because it’s so easy to thrust in and out of her, the heat dripping onto my thigh a telltale sign that Daisy isn’t as pure as her name implies.
Fuck I love truck sex.
Why have I never boned in here before?
So tight.
So wet.
Ohmygod she feels good.
This dick is hers to fuck with.
I get to bang her whenever she’s horny—this pussy is mine.
Not romantic, you asshole, she’d slap you if she heard that shit come out of your mouth.
Yeah—and you’d like it.
Her tits are in front of my face, bouncing as she bounces on me, working my cock as if we’ve fucked a hundred times, squeezing the shit out of it, making my balls tingle.
There’s barely room for her to sit up straight but she does, leaning back a fraction, arm going behind her, fingers gripping my nu—
“Oh fuck, don’t do that.”
“Why not?” she moans, palming my balls in her hands, fingernail scratching at the base.
Oh fuck…
Oh fuck…
“Coz. It’ll make me c-come.”
Goddamn do I wanna.
It’s gonna feel good, too, I can tell already this one is going to have me walking sideways and trembling for an hour afterward.
Daisy doesn’t listen.
Daisy continues cupping my nuts and riding me hard—like one of them stallions at the rodeo out of towners always wanna go to when they come to visit us in Texas. Daisy is a vixen that came out of nowhere; that had been right under my nose—okay, right under my brother’s nose—the whole time and no one noticed.
Sexy as fuck.
Mouthy as hell.
Mine.
“Daisy,” I whisper. Can barely get the words out, my brain barely works, my entire body being controlled by her. She’s using my cock like a joystick and I’m enjoying every second of it.
Swear to god the truck is rocking, hell if it ain’t.
“I’m gonna c-co—”
“Do it,” she demands, thighs moving closer together, squeezing me. “God that feels good.”
I need her to come, too.
I don’t want to be the asshole that—
“OH yes…yes…don’t stop, right there.” She’s moaning, eyes closed, teeth biting her bottom lip. “Don’t fucking stop.”