Page 80 of True North

Her skin is a wash of goosebumps as I pick up the speed, her nipples hardened to peaks behind that low neckline. My cock aches from just taking her in like this. Out of breath, nipples that are just callin’ my fuckin’ name as her eyes stay stuck on me, occasionally drifting along my arms to my hands gripping the wheel.

“You gonna keep lookin’ at me like that, darlin’, this old truck is gonna have to pull over.”

Her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip. When they part again, her hand wanders to her neckline, pulling the material from her skin to cool down.

“I have a better idea.” Her words are light and suggestive.

“I’m all ears, Lou.”

Without a word, she moves from her seat and comes to sink onto my lap. The truck swerves as I slow down and look past her. “Sweet Jesus, woman, we wanna get there in one piece.”

“My thoughts exactly. You and me, as one.”

I almost lose my grip on the wheel. Darting my gaze to hers, I frown. “But the other night?—”

Her mouth crashes down to my parted lips. She kisses me briefly before leaning back. I slow down and pull the truck over. “Lou...”

A finger presses over my lips.

“I have something to tell you.”

“You do, hey?”

The prettiest smile blooms over her face as she says, “Uh huh.”

“Spit it out, then.”

Leaning back further onto the steering wheel, she studies my face, not saying a word. Her hands grip the hem of her shirt, pulling it from her body. It hits the truck’s footwell, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Those hard peaks I was admiring a moment ago are bared next. The heat in my core turns to a raging wildfire.

“Touch me, Harry. I want your mouth on me. Hands on me. Fingers, teeth. Whatever you can give me. But keep drivin’.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I shift the old girl into gear and pull back onto the dirt road. Lou runs her hands through my hair, I nip her hard peak, tugging it through my teeth. She whimpers, arching against the steering wheel. I steady the truck as it takes a slight detour to the left and glance up at the gorgeous woman on my lap.

“Hell, we shoulda pulled over for this.”

“Not yet, please.”

She grinds on my lap. Her wet center soaks through my jeans as she moans with the friction between her sweet pussy and my rock-hard cock. Her hips roll and her lips find my neck, brushing up under my ear, and I groan.

Grip tighter on the wheel, I resist the urge to pull over, strip that pretty fuckin’ skirt from her hips, and sink balls deep into this incredible fucking woman.

“God, Harry. When we’re together, it’s like nothing I’ve felt before,” Louisa whispers.

Shivers skitter up my spine, sending the ache in my cock painful. “That’s because no one else was ever supposed to touch you.” The words are rough, claiming. Her mouth gapes, her eyes the darkest shade of green I have ever seen them. Choppy breaths leave her parted lips, falling onto my face.

“Fuck it.” I slam on the brake and haul the truck to the side of the road. Plucking Lou from my lap, I lay her on the bench seat. Her desperate expression doesn’t change as I hitch her skirt up and slide her soaked panties to one side.

“Harry, please...” The words are almost a cry.

Sweet Jesus.

Arousal slicks her thighs. Her pussy glistens, and I spread her legs as wide as the small truck cab allows. Instead of diving right in to where she is hungry for my touch, I grip her ankle. One sandal-clad foot resting on the steering wheel, I dot kisses from her ankle, along her delicate calf, to the soft spot behind her knee. She squirms on the seat as I nip her there. Her hips roll upward, affording me a much better view of the pussy I am desperate for.

Lou comes first.

In every way.

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