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The sentence dies on his lips as I take his pleasure on mine.
His release hits the back of my throat as he moans into the cab of the truck. It’s sinful and gravelly, and I can guarantee that my panties are drenched.
My body hums with anticipation and need as I slowly pull off him.
“Holy Jesus, Fallon, I think my dick is swooning over you.”
“That’s high praise, I reckon.” My words are appropriately delivered with the proper southern twang.
His eyes sparkle and he smirks. “Lotta sass now that you got some southern in ya.” His eyes zero in on my lips, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of my chest.
“Is that right?”
“Mmmm.”
His hand trails up the side of my face to cup my cheek before pulling me in for an unhurried kiss. His tongue moves over mine in a delicate, exploratory dance before he pulls back and stares into my eyes.
“I want to take you home and fuck you with this pretty dress hiked up over that sweet little ass of yours.”
“Oh, thank God,” I say with so much dramatic flair I flop back in my seat.
“Careful, Princess, it’s been a while since I’ve been inside your tight pussy. You might not be able to walk tomorrow.”
“A girl can dream.” My sigh is wistful, and I see him stare at me out of the corner of his eye before throwing the car in drive and pulling a U-turn.
Dirt and rocks kick up as the truck gains purchase on the road and then we’re racing back to where I hope he makes good on every one of his promises.
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The back tires of my truck fishtail as I punch the gas instead of hitting the brakes around the turn. Fallon giggles in the passenger seat, and I don’t know if it’s my imagination or if I can actuallysmellher arousal.
I push the pedal to the floor, and she smacks my arm as she laughs again.
“I’d rather die from pleasure than die because you arrive prematurely…”
“Inevercome prematurely,” I scoff, all the offense taken. “What is with that mouth?”
My cock twitches at the mention of her mouth and I adjust him, again, after haphazardly shoving myself into my jeans earlier.
“I miss the feel of you inside me,” she says, and I glance at her. “The way you control my body—it’s all I can think about.”
Me too, Princess, me too.
Pulling onto her street, I’ve barely thrown the truck into park before I’m ripping my door open and stalking toward her side.
Wide, mischievous eyes meet mine, but she doesn’t make a move to climb out.
With more restraint than I thought I possessed, I open her door and cage her against the seat.
“Be sure, Princess. Be so fuckin’ sure, because this isn’t just tonight.”
It’s forever.
“I’m sure. I need this.” She brushes a hand through my hair. “Weneed this.”
There’s no hesitation in her words and no space to breathe as I crash my mouth against Fallon’s and grip her ass as I pull her across the seat and lift her out of the truck. Using the heel of my boot, I kick her door shut before crossing the distance to her front door.
