Page 67 of Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Jesus Christ.” My knuckles turned white on the wheel and I slowed to barely fucking sixty in the right lane. Nearly four years of pent-up sexual frustration felt close to spilling out of me already.

She worked her palm up and down, keeping her lips around the tip like a lollipop, and my hips lifted looking for more.

“I needed this.” My head fell back on the headrest and my eyes lidded. “Needed you so bad.”

I could feel her smile around me, the sharp edges of her teeth grazing everywhere I was sensitive. I was so hard it was starting to fucking hurt and her mouth was the perfect answer. How could I ever forget how good this felt? Did it ever feelthisgood?

“You have a really nice dick,” Ophelia murmured.

I was going to blow my load all over her face if she started telling me things like that.

She dipped and closed her mouth over the first few inches, finally putting an end to the tongue tease. I let out a long, low groan that would have been embarrassing if I gave a fuck anymore. “You’re good at this,” I bit out. “Look at you.”

Her eyes flickered up and I knew the image of that pretty freckled face getting fucked would be what I got off thinking about for a long, long time.

My fingers were itching to touch but I was tied up driving. I just kept scratching her back, soothing the skin across her shoulders, and squeezing her ass when the pleasure got so good I needed an outlet.

Her messy bun bobbed up and down and started to come loose, so I fisted a hand in her hair and held it back. She moaned at the gesture, the vibration of her noises and her tongue tightening my groin. This was about to be over.

“You like rough,” I noticed. “You like when I hold your throat down on my cock.”

She nodded as her hand stroked all the way down to my base and held there, lips following. I lifted my fist and bit down on the knuckle.

Then she choked.

“The whole thing, huh?” I could hardly breathe, let alone focus on the exit I was supposed to be taking as I turned off the highway. “That’s a lot of fucking dick in your mouth, Ophelia.”

She continued to take it all, up and down without stopping for a sip of air. My lower back started to sweat and my balls tightened.

“Goddamnit, O,” I groaned. She flicked her tongue around it. “I'm gonna come down your throat.”

She didn’t stop, only moaning more, sucking harder, working faster. Her fist and her mouth in perfect, lethal tandem. It felt so fucking good my heart was thundering against my rib cage. I wanted the feeling of reaching that peak to last forever.

It was over. God, it was so fucking over for me.

We reached a stoplight and I could finally give her all my attention. I guided her up and down with both hands, racing my own release to see how much longer I could keep her going.

“You want it?” I asked, voice stilted.

“Yes,” she breathed, briefly pausing before taking me right down to the back of her throat.

That did it. I slammed both hands into the steering wheel and rode out the ropes of my orgasm, grunting through clenched teeth. Years’ worth of pent-up release emptied itself, filling her mouth. My pulse didn’t even out, though; it remained in my ears like a hammer all the way to the very last drop.

Thirty-five years old and I had never come so hard in my life.

Ophelia finally lifted, dragging her bottom lip along the underside of me on the way, sending shivers down my spine. She planted a kiss on the sensitive head and made sure I watched as she swiped her thumb across her lips, then sucked the excess off of it.

I forgot where I was when the car behind us laid on the horn and Ophelia startled, smacking the back of her head on the steering wheel.

“Shit,” I panicked, hitting the gas and rubbing her head at the same time. In the rearview a woman in a minivan was flipping me off and I gave her one back. “Are you okay?”

O started giggling, crawling backward out of my lap and shimmying her dress down her legs as I tucked myself away. Her laugh made me laugh, and we were both hysterical when I pulled back into Tally’s complex.

“You talk a lot when you’re about to come,” she said. “You get real filthy.”

My cheeks heated. What I wasn’t going to say was that I had never spoken to a sexual partner the way I was letting every salacious thought fly with her. Ophelia was getting a different, hungry edge of me that we were both meeting at the same time.

“I’ll tone it down,” I assured her.

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