I believe her.
She’s already said it twice today.
But it doesn’t stop replaying the moment I walked into her bedroom. The way I saw red and felt fear that strong.
“I’m fine, Daydream.Just driving.”
“You’ve barely looked at me all day.”
Well, that’s not true. I’ve been searching for any sign of distress on her face since we left New York.
“I’d love to look at you,” I divulge. “But they taught you to keep your eyes on the road while driving.”
“Did they discourage road head, too?”
Mindlessly, I steal a glance of disbelief at her because that wasnotwhat I was expecting to come out of her mouth.
I find her with a full-blown smile like she caught me in something and perked brows.
“Is that on the table?” I ask wholeheartedly because my cock just began to stand to attention for that kind of enthrallment. “Because all I wanted to do was get you safely to Boston.”
“It can be,” she replies in this sultry little tone that has me twitching again. “But if you think the roads are too bad?—”
“I can drive in snow, Daydream. I just have to keep my foot off the gas when you deep throat me.”
Meirna shifts in her seat out of my peripheral and rids herself of the food we got. “Take your cock out.”
My fingers have never gotten to my jeans so fast, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper before I fish for my rock-hard cock, throbbing in my palm.
“You ate a hamburger,” she mutters, leaning over the center console of my SUV and waiting patiently.
“Yeah?”
She doesn’t give more explanation behind that when she hovers her face over my crotch, then wraps her perfect lips around my tip.
I groan involuntarily, thrusting my hips impatiently upward to get more of her warmth.
She answers by giving me a little suck before her tongue laps underneath my length and goes down for more.
With every ounce inside me, I force myself to remain still and attempt to focus on the road. Large snowflakes hit the windshieldbut immediately melt from the defrosters as Meirna goes deeper and more painfully perfect.
Squeezing the steering wheel, Meirna starts humming Jingle Bells around my cock, and I notice the song playing on the radio.I married a woman obsessed with Christmas and chants holiday songs while giving head.
I don’t know if I should be annoyed that she’s not paying close attention to my cock while she’s on it, or if she’s that cool and collected with it being in her mouth that she can multitask both.
Regardless, her pretty mouth is on my cock, and I’m barely able to contain the urge to fuck her face.
Meirna grips my thigh, bobbing her head around me, creating rumbles of pleasure and pain in my chest.
My balls clench and contract, begging for release, and the thought of her swallowing my cum almost has me losing the small amount of control I have.
“You’re doing such a good job,” I praise as I slowly rock my hips to gain a rhythm. “You trust me, Daydream?”
She bobs her head immediately, stroking my ego and the fact that she does so freely.
My palm immediately lands on the back of her head, and I push it further down my length, earning the pleasure I’m craving right in my gut and sack.
I hit the back of Meirna’s throat on the next thrust, earning a gag from her and another wave of lust. My fingers tighten on her hair as I feel my control slip.
