“Shouldn’t I be?” He grinned.
She smiled, and it stretched from ear to ear. “Yeah, you should be.”
“I’m never going to get the scent of your pussy out of this car.” He pressed his face to the inside of her thigh. “And I never want to. Makes it fucking special.”
“Oh, come on, you do this all the time.” She scrambled off him.
He caught her wrist, stilling her as she kneeled naked beside him. “Monica.”
“What?”
He shook his head. “I don’t. It’s important to me that you know that. I’m breaking a lot of my own personal rules tonight, and I’m doing it happily. But don’t think you’re just another Friday night fuck. You aren’t. This is pretty fucking special.”
She blushed, and she was glad it was dark, so he couldn’t see her innocent reaction.
Leaning in, she licked the taste of herself off the corner of his mouth. “Good to know that it’s special for both of us, then.”
Then she reached for his fly, tracing the curve of his bulge in the same way he’d played with her tits before.
“Jeez, you make me fucking horny,” he muttered, grinning as his hips rocked forward. He reached beneath his body and pulled out his wallet. “Hang on, I need to focus—it’s dark in here—there’s one.” A crinkle of foil followed his relieved announcement.
She unzipped him, and together they shoved his jeans down his thighs, just as they had hers.
His boxer briefs tented as soon as the jeans were gone, and when she peeled the waistband down, a heavy cock bobbed into view, slapping up towards his belly.
Both of them sucked in a breath as she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft.
Josh rolled the condom down to her fingers, then she took over, sheathing him completely.
He lifted her onto his lap, and she fit them together. The broad head of his cock found her entrance like they were meant to be, and she let the delicious sensation wash over her as his thick girth demanded space.
Where her first orgasms came on fast and furious, she wanted this one to take a while. She didn’t want to rush through having Josh inside her body.
When he was fully seated in her, she paused to let her body adjust to the size of him. He watched her silently, his lips swollen and parted, and she shivered at the naked lust in his gaze.
Then she braced her hands on his shoulders and rode him with everything she had.
The thick drag of his retreat from her body was sweet torture. The sink back down, the return to that delicious fullness, was heaven.
She’d told him she didn’t know how to surf, and that was true, but she’d watched enough people do it to know that this might be what it felt like to catch the perfect wave. Every part of this felt right. Solid, hot, tangible, and exciting. Good. Right.He thinks it’s wrong, forbidden…Except it didn’t feel that way to her.
She knew it would be complicated for Josh, if anyone found out he banged the owner’s daughter. So nobody had to find out.
But this was deeply, perfectly right. Nothing had ever felt this good.
And it wasn’t just the tight squeeze of his cock in her pussy. It was the way he looked at her. It was the loose but possessive hold on her hips, like any second he might take over, but he was letting her have her fun first. It was the tiny shudder in his breath when she bottomed out, like it was deeply, perfectly right for him, too.
All of it made her feel victorious. It made her throw her head back, curving her body as she bounced on his lap.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he growled, the first words he’d said since she started fucking him.
She blinked down at him.
His gaze was now locked on her jiggling breasts.
He hadn’t been lying about liking them out of her bra. She could feel the hard, throbbing proof of how much he liked them.
She stroked her hands up her torso, cupping them together.
