I glanced her way with raised brows.
“Happyandhorny? That’s a win-win right there.”
“It is. My panties are soaked.”
“Damn. Now you got my dick hard, and we still have ten minutes before we make it to your place.”
Now that I knew his dick was hard, it didn’t help my situation, so I unfastened my seat belt, pulled my loose-fittingskirt up to my waist, and moved the crotch of my panties to the side.
“Baby, what the fuck?”
“I’m horny, Sy, and I need a release.”
“Shit. Give me eight minutes, and I got you.”
My index and middle fingers were already massaging my clit.
“I could cum twice in eight minutes. Mmm, shit.”
I had no idea where we were because I hadn’t been paying attention to the road, but the truck came to a screeching halt. Sylas reclined his seat as far as it would go and pulled me from the passenger side and onto his dick.
“Oh shit!” I screamed when he filled me completely.
“Ride that shit, baby.”
With my ass bumping against the steering wheel, I planted my hands on his chest and rode his dick like there was no tomorrow. The windows fogged quickly as his truck rocked to the beat of my motion.
“Damn, Sy. I’m cummin’!”
I was on the brink of an orgasm before he touched me, so it was no surprise that I reached my climax in record time.
“Give it to me, beautiful.”
My pussy contracted around his dick and summoned his nut. The combination of his dick throbbing against my walls and my pussy pulsing around his dick sent me to heaven and back.
“Sy! Sy! Sy! Oh my God!”
“Argh! Fuck!” he growled as he filled me with his seeds.
“I love you.”
“I love your nasty ass too.”
Wherever we were, I knew we couldn’t be there for long, so I gathered enough energy to get back to my seat. It was a mess between my legs, and I was certain the front of his pants was drenched. I found some napkins in his glove compartment, and we cleaned ourselves up well enough to make it to my place.
After our short but satisfying intermission in the car, we came home and spent the night making the sweetest love. Sylas was the only man to ever make my mind and soul feel the same orgasmic effects as my body, and it was something I would never find the words to describe.
I woke up early, showered in the guest bathroom, and made breakfast. Sylas was still asleep when I finished, so I went to the bedroom and woke him up by planting kisses all over his face and chest.
“You smell like bacon,” he said, pulling me on top of him.
“I made breakfast, and I have a gift for you.”
“A gift. Why did you get me a gift? It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s not a birthday gift, but since your birthday is coming up, you can consider it an early gift if you want.”
“Baby, you didn’t have to?—”
