Page 65 of Pretty Wild

“Can’t I just drive it around the parking lot?” she asks as we approach my shop.

“It’s not big enough for that. You’d only be able to go in a little circle, and even that’s not very safe. To be able to properly learn how to shift, you need space. Best to put you on a flat, open road and give it a shot.”

Pulling into my lot, I swing around and back up to the fenced-in gate. I had closed it earlier, but left it unlocked since I knew I was returning quickly. After jumping out and opening the gate, I climb behind the wheel and back in. I stop directly behindthe first vehicle I brought in, knowing an insurance adjuster is probably going to want to take a look at both vehicles.

While I do the next phase, Ryan climbs out of the truck and takes Buddy over to the safe area. I can feel her eyes on me, watching intently. It’s a little unnerving, honestly. I’ve never had a passenger like this, and never one who watched my every move.

I take the bucket with broken glass and debris and set it to the side. I never pitch it right away, just in case someone is missing something from their vehicle. Once both parties have cleared out their belongings and insurance has done their thing, I’ll dump the trash.

“Marcus.”

“Hmm?” I ask, making sure everything is done for the night.

After a few seconds I hear her sweet voice again, this time with a little more urgency. “Marcus.”

I stop and turn toward Ryan. She’s standing just off to the side of the tow truck holding one of my flannels. “What’s wrong?” I ask, giving her a quick onceover for injuries.

“Absolutely nothing,” she says, flashing me a blinding smile. “Come here.”

I do as asked, quickly since I’m trying to determine if she somehow got hurt back here. When I reach her side, she sets the flannel on the ground, places her hands against my shoulder, and moves me until my back is pressed against the fender of the truck. I’m about to open my mouth to ask what in the hell is going on when she drops to her knees.

And my brain literally goes blank.

I couldn’t form a thought or a complete sentence to save my life. All I can do is watch.

Her fingers grasp for my belt buckle, for my zipper and the button on my jeans. “Ryan…” I choke out, her name sounding hoarse and strained all at the same time.

“Shhh,” she insists, practically ripping open my jeans and pulling them down my thighs.

My mouth drops open, as does hers. She licks her lips, wraps her hand around the base of my cock, and draws it slowly into her mouth.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I whisper, mesmerized by the sight.

“Returning the favor,” she insists before licking the head of my dick and sucking it deep into her mouth once more.

I glance around, making sure we’re alone. Buddy’s in the tow truck, his head hanging out the window. I don’t recall when she put him in there, but it’s nice to not have to worry about him getting into something in this moment. We’re positioned on the passenger side of the truck, so even if someone pulls into the main lot, they won’t see what’s happening back here.

Reaching down, I pull off her ball cap and turn it around. This way, I can see her face while she sucks me. She doesn’t even pause as I gather her hair and replace the hat on top of her head, but when I have it in place, she glances up, her mouth stretched widely around me and meets my gaze.

I almost come right then and there.

Somehow, I grapple on to any ounce of control I can find and hang on. She starts to pick up speed, twisting her hand around the base of my cock as she goes down. I know I won’t last long. I’ve dreamed about having her mouth on me since the moment I laid eyes on her, and now that it’s actually happening, I don’t think I can hold off any longer.

My balls draw up and the familiar tingling sensation starts at the base of my spine. “I’m going to come, Princess,” I tell her, my eyes glued to her face.

She doesn’t slow her movement or pull off my cock either. In fact, she seems to bear down a little more, determined to finish me off.

I come hard, gasping for air and shooting everything I have down her throat. I don’t know when I close my eyes, but I’m unable to keep them open. All I feel is the immense pleasure. All I feel is her.

“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath. I should be embarrassed by how quickly she got me off, but I’m not. It was fucking perfect.

Sheis fucking perfect.

Ryan finally pulls off my dick and proudly smiles up at me. She licks her lips and releases her hand. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” she says, standing up and stretching her knees.

I snort. “Well, anytime you want a repeat, you know where to find me.”

She giggles and picks up my flannel. I take the shirt, wiping off my wet cock with part of the shirt that wasn’t on the ground, and toss it into the truck. I pull up my pants before taking her in my arms and pressing a firm kiss to her lips. Her mouth instantly opens for me and the kiss turns ravenous immediately. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other.

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