Page 98 of Make Her Mine

“That you really like brats.”

He growls and brings me in for another kiss. Then he says against my mouth, “I really like you.”

Then he reaches for the side of his seat and hits the switch that sends the seat sliding back away from the steering wheel a few more inches.

I grin, sit back and pull my dress up and over my head. That leaves me naked in his lap except for my panties.

There’s enough light from the moon filtering into the truck cab that I can see the way his eyes flare with heat. He drags in a breath through his nose. “Fuck, Harlow.”

“Touch me.”

His hands come up to cup my breasts, thumbing over my nipples. I put my hands on the backs of his, arching into his touch.

He kneads, plucks, and squeezes. “You are so gorgeous,” he tells me. Then a hand goes to my back, between my shoulder blades and he brings me to his mouth, his lips latching onto one nipple, sucking softly, then harder, before biting me gently.

Heat streaks from my breasts to my pussy and I gasp. “Yes!”

I immediately start bunching his shirt up, gathering it under his arms until I can push it up over his head. He lifts his arms and helps me whisk it off. I run my hands over his shoulders and chest, down his ribs to his abs. All that glorious tan skin and muscle that I’ve been ogling for days.

“You’re so gorgeous too,” I tell him honestly.

“We really should have been doing this long before now,” he says, bringing me forward so he can tease my nipples with his tongue and teeth again.

I nod even though he can’t see me. “We really should have.”

I continue to stroke his back and knead his bunching biceps as he stokes the fire deep in my belly with his mouth on my breasts.

When I’m wiggling against his cock he finally pulls back. “Lose them.” He plucks the elastic waistband of my panties away from my hip and lets it snap back.

“You too,” I say, sliding momentarily to my seat so I can wiggle out of my underwear.

He watches me raptly as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans. He pushes the denim and his boxers down past his knees. I drop my panties on the floor and then kneel on the seat.

I take in the sight of him naked—mostly—for the first time.

The gray sweatpants he wore at the house gave me an idea, but it was nothing compared to him naked and aroused.

“Come here,” he commands, his voice low and rough.

I reach out and wrap a hand around his shaft. “Just a second.”

His breath hisses out between his teeth. “Harlow.”

I stroke up and down, measuring his length and girth. “You are?—”

He reaches over, grabs me, and hauls me into his lap. “You are a brat. Need you.”

“Yes.” I sink into his lap, pressing my lips to his. “But we’re going to come back to me staring at your huge cock later.”

His hand cups me, sliding a finger into my pussy. “I was thinking we’re going to come back to you on your knees in front of my huge cock later.”

I shiver with lust. His finger, his dirty words, the idea of… all of everything with him is just a big fat yes.

“Reach down and grab a condom out of my wallet,” he says, his fingers doing magical things between my legs.

I do, somehow. He has an arm around my waist while his other hand torments my clit, so I don’t fall out of his lap. I find his wallet in the jeans around his knees, open it, pull out a foil wrapper, and rip it open.

He removes his hand so I can move back far enough to roll the condom down his length. Which is regrettable for about twenty seconds.

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