But her lips press against my ear. Her hair smells like coconut and jasmine. I inhale deeply, connecting the scent to her. How does she smell like fucking sunshine?
“Were you jealous?” she asks as her pussy tightens around me and her hips shift on my lap. Now is when she brings up that stupid little boy who was asking her out on a date?
I grab her hair harder, making her moan. My dick twitches inside of her at the noise.
I’d wondered what she sounded like on the other side of the wall, and now I know. She sounds perfect.
“Do you want me to be jealous, Penny?” I ask, fucking her from below. “Do you want me to tell you how I pictured him inside of you like I am now and wanted to ruin him for it?”
Her nails graze through my hair, running along my scalp as she bounces on top of me. She’s breathy in my ear making my cock twitch.
“I missed this pussy,” I tell her and she moans again, her body pressing closer to mine as she rides me.
I squeeze her ass roughly, moving her to the pace that I want.
“Right there,” she whispers.
Her clit is rubbing against my pelvis and the only things I can hear in the cab of the car is her uneven breathing and the wet sound of her pussy taking my cock.
“You needed this, didn’t you, baby?”
Her hips stutter. They shift back and forth. Her body seeking the friction she needs to get off.
“My cock makes you feel so good. Are you gonna make a mess, Penny?”
Our faces are pressed against each other when she whispers back.
“I’m going to come.”
I lift my hips, fucking into her harder from below. Her grip on my shoulders and hair gets rougher as she lets out the sweetest moan I’ve heard in my life.
“Are you going to let me come inside of you?” I pant out and she nods her head. “Such a nasty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”
Her cunt flutters around my dick and her back arches as she falls apart, reaching her release.
I don’t pause for a moment, not wanting this to end. I need more. I need everything.
She pulls back, her body still shaking as her pretty blue eyes hold mine and she watches my face as I fill her with my cum.
We’re both breathing hard, staring at each other. I can feel my cum leaking out of her and onto my lap.
Yet, neither of us makes the first move.
Her face is hard to read, and I’m not sure how to describe what I’m feeling. It should be guilt. I should feel bad for her, feeling vulnerable and using it to get what I wanted. But all I feel is good. I feel better than I have in years.
Penny makes the world go quiet, and I’m not sure how to handle that information.
Her hands drag down my chest, feeling the texture of my shirt. My cock going soft inside of her, and yet, neither of us move.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
I push her hair off her face and her eyes search mine. There’s fear there, but also longing.
Fuck it.
“Give me the weekend,” I nearly plead.
“What?”
