“Hmmm, you have a point. I guess I’m a purple flag. Darker than red but prettier than onyx.” And just like that, I know. I mean, I’ve known my whole life, but her acceptance just hit me like a two by four.
“Sweet Bee?”
“You better not jump on your judgey horse because purple is totally fine.” And the chewing starts up again.
“Purple is perfect. Don’t worry, weirdo.”
“Then what?” She takes the binoculars and leans in close to the dashboard. “This is so cool, by the way.” It’s my turn to snort. Although, mine is manlier…like a laughing scoff.
“I’m pretty sure I love you.”
Mypretty surebecomes adefinite yeswhen she doesn’t react, doesn’t make a spectacle of it, doesn’t get all gushy and sugary. Quite the opposite, really.
“About fucking time, Tanner.” She flings the binoculars over the dashboard as boredom attacks her full frontal. “This is the most boring shit I’ve ever done, and I sat through years of observations and studies. How much longer do we have to wait?”
“My guess…” I turn my left wrist to look at my watch and steal a handful of nuts with my right hand. “Longer than that blowjob you owe me.”
Whipping her head around, she narrows her eyes and I swear to fuck she could make any man cower with that look.
“That’s a no then?” I’m such an asshole. Seriously. Maybe if I kept my mouth shut life would be easier.
Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.
“I don’t owe you shit, but sucking your dick,baby,is better than dying of boredom.” She says this last part with a sickly sweet tone and it’s the exact opposite of what it’s supposed to mean.
Her sarcasm slays dragons. Do I care? Not a fucking chance.
Lifting my ass, I pull down my zipper and free my cock with a heavy sigh of relief.
“Thank fuck, Sweet Bee. Blue balls aren’t great when sitting in a truck for hours.”
In seconds, her hot, wet mouth wraps around my dick, one hand sliding down to my balls like she’s trying to soothe them back to a normal color.
My head falls back and my eyes close with utter ecstasy. Nothing feels better than her sucking me off. Well, except when she comes on my dick; that’s pretty much the peak of all things. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other at the back of her head, I fuck her face from below, all the while pushing her down and reveling in the sounds of her gagging.
For just a few minutes, the rest of the world disappears as the friction of lips on my hard cock moves in a rhythm with the sole purpose of making me come…hard.
“That’s it, Sweet Bee, so fucking good. So fucking…yeah!” I’m well aware that the truck isn’t sitting completely still, not with the force of my body chasing my orgasm. I wouldn’t be surprised if passers-by guessed quickly what was going on. I also wouldn’t care. “Play with your pussy. Show me how wet you get when you suck my dick.”
It’s a mystery to me that I’m even able to speak while the rhythm speeds up and the pleasure curls around my lower spine, coiling and ready to spring free right down her silky throat.
Like a good girl, Berkleigh manages to sink her hand inside her jeans. Her movements tell me she’s hunting down her own orgasm while giving me mine. I’m jealous of it, jealous that she gets to touch herself. How ridiculous that must be to anyone else, but for me it makes complete sense.
She’s mine. Only mine.
My hand releases her nape and travels down the length of her back, down to the waist of her jeans, where I snake it inside and grab a handful of her ass. Her plump, delicious, fucking perfect ass. Every time her mouth meets the root of my dick, I squeeze her cheek. Hard. Really fucking hard. It makes her moan right over my skin and, fuck me, I’m not going to last much longer.
I need more so I chase it. I want everything. All the fucking time. Down the crack of her ass, I follow the trail until I’m home. Two fingers plunge inside her pussy and seconds later, she detonates all over my digits, which sends me in a spiral.
As quickly as I can, I pull my hand out and place it back on top of her head, pushing her down and forcing her to choke on my cum.
Fuck me, it’s glorious. The gagging, the saliva dripping on my crotch. The shivering from her own orgasm.
It’s all so fucking perfect. Just like her. Like her and me, together.
When she rises back up, an index finger at the corner of her mouth, she tries to wipe away my cum. But I’m not fucking having that.
My mouth crashes against her and I taste myself on her tongue and on her breath. It’s not the taste of me that turns me on, it’s the fact that a part of me is inside her, a part of me is now a part of her and that single thought makes me really fucking happy.
