Page 60 of Never Started
I stammer, “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Showing you exactly who I am.” Her beautiful eyes pin me for a second, and my focus homes in on her more than the road.
Focus, Maverick. Focus.
“I think you’ll really like the restaurant I’m taking you to. It is–”
She. Pulled. My. Fucking. Cock. Out.
The traitor instantly springs to life, hard and ready for her. She throws me a wink, wraps one hand around her hair. Whatshe does next surprises the hell out of me, yet turns me on all at once. She takes her panties and ties them around her hair, using them as a makeshift ponytail holder. Wasting no time, her mouth perfectly wraps around the tip of my cock.
I groan out in pleasure as my brain tries its best to stay focused on the road.
It doesn’t work.
As if having my dick down her throat is her job, and she’s aiming to be employee of the month, she takes me fully. She works her mouth up and down my length effortlessly, making cute little gagging sounds each time the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. My balls begin to ache for relief as she runs her tongue up my shaft from the base to the tip, where she slowly swirls her tongue around the top of the crown. Just as she does, she reaches down, massaging my balls right before taking my cock to the back of her throat.
She doesn’t waver. No. Instead, she lets out a little moan, letting me know she’s enjoying every second of this.
Road head. She’s literally giving me road head. And fuck me, I’m about to blow already.
“Fuck the food,” I say, tangling one hand in her hair and quickly switching my foot over to the brake to slow down so I can watch the best fucking show of my life.
“Such a good boy,” she says before licking up my length. Her words are seductive and laced with lust.
I want everything with this woman—so much more than just her body. But I have to be a patient man.Morewon’t come easily with her; I can feel it.
“I can be perfect for you,” I say, not recognizing my own voice.
“Prove it.”
I pause at the challenge in her voice, “How do I do that exactly?”
“Pull this truck over right now and show me exactly how good you can be.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I waste no time following her instructions. We’re down a dirt road in the back of town that gets very little traffic, so my concerns are minimal. Plus, I can only focus on my intense craving to have her close.
Before the truck has a chance to completely come to a stop, she swings her seatbelt off and climbs on top of me.
I rasp, “Damn, I was hoping I could I could be on top this–”
“You hoped wrong. Need I remind you of rule number two?”
“You’re in control at all times?”
“Mmm,”she moans out deliciously. “You are good at following along.”
“The best.”
“No more words, let our bodies do the talking.”
Before I know it, all of her clothes are in the passenger seat, and she’s naked on top of me, pulling my pants down.
Wasting no time, Izzy spits on her hand and strokes my already hard cock with her eyes locked on mine. The mixture of the sensation and the intensity of the eye contact has my hips thrusting upward, which pulls a mischievous little grin from her.
“You like that?” she purrs.
