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She lets out a giggle before doing it again. I can’t help but let out a loud groan.
“Shhh,” she mocks. “I don’t want to have to muzzle you.”
I reach into the top of her dress and pinch her nipple. Hard. Her pussy clenches again. “Are we engaged in a squeezing battle right now, Gully Sulley?”
She nods before we go back and forth a few more times, both emitting noises that are a mixture of amusement and pleasure along the way. She reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair, giving it the hard tug she knows I crave. Turning her head, her lips hover over mine. “Fuck me, Vance. Fuck me now.”
“I can’t bounce you without creating too much of a disturbance. The truck can’t start rocking. It will draw unwanted attention. We’ll need to work together to achieve maximum pleasure. Can you do that for me, baby?”
She clenches around me again. “I understand the play, QB1. Teamwork makes the dream work. Make me see stars and I’ll do the same for you.”
As if on cue, we both look up into the starry night. I hadn’t even noticed it before. “It’s a perfect night. Perfect for driving my cock into you.”
“Stop talking. Just do it already.”
I smile. “Do you really want me to stop talking?”
Her eyes widen. “No. Keep talking.”
“You get off on it, don’t you?”
She bites her lip shyly and eventually nods.
“It’s okay, so do I.”
I begin thrusting my hips up. I do it short and hard, not long and deep. She’s going to have to clench and push down for that to happen. She does. In no time, we’ve established a rhythm that’s quickly pushing us both to the brink.
Her hips circle while mine thrust. She pulls my hair while I run my fingers over her clit. My other hand hovers by her mouth, covering it when needed. She sucks on my fingers at times which seems to be a direct line to my dick. Her hand not in my hair is on my leg with her nails deliciously digging into my thigh, undoubtedly breaking skin, even through my jeans.
We can hear the nondescript noises of other people around us. Someone could easily climb up my truck and see what we’re doing. The threat of being seen only serves to ramp things up. This is next-level. It might be the hottest sex of my life.
I can’t help but bite down all over her shoulders and neck. She’s going to be covered in my marks. The thought of that only spurs me on to do more.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Do you like that people are close by and could see us at any moment?”
She moans out, “Y…y…yes. I can’t. It’s too much. Oh god, I’m coming.”
“Wait for me,” I instruct.
She clenches so fucking hard that my eyes roll back in my head. I truly do see stars. My spine tingles, and my balls feel like they’re exploding. I have no control over my orgasm anymore. It’s all under her spell.
I bite down hard on her shoulder to stifle my groan as my orgasm hits me so fucking hard that I feel light-headed. She starts to scream, but I have the wherewithal to cover her mouth again.
I shoot long, hot streams into her. It rolls on and on. Feeling her come drip down my balls drags out my orgasm that much more.
We shudder through the aftershocks of our earth-shattering orgasms. We’re still panting heavily when her head plops back onto me and she buries her nose in my neck. She breathes, “Holy shit. That was intense.”
I open my mouth. I want to tell her that I love her. I’mpretty sure I have for a while, but I don’t want to spoil the mood. It’s not something she’ll want to hear.
There are so many things I wish I could change about the past. So many regrets I have. If I had made different decisions, Sulley could be mine forever, but I know the reality. She’ll never let things go and truly be mine. I need to find a way to help her get past it. Sullivan Aisling O’Shea belongs with me.
Always has, always will.
TWENTY
SULLEY
“Cheers,” we all shout in unison as we clink champagne glasses. We’re on a flight to Las Vegas. I’ve never been on a private jet before. It’s the most bougie thing I’ve ever done in my life.
