“I love that hat,” I assured her. “I’d fuck you in that hat. In fact…” I pulled off the road to one of the overlooks by the river.
“We can’t have sex here,” Meg said in shock.
“Relax,” I said. “We’re not having sex.”
“Then what are we doing?”
“Enjoying the view,” I replied, my hand reaching over to slip under her dress.
Meghan jumped slightly, but then her shocked look turned into a whimper of pleasure. “Not a lot of room in this car,” she said, eyes glazed.
My hand slid up her thigh, and she parted her legs for me, wanton and willing, just the way I liked her.
“No,” I agreed, “but enough to have a little fun. Don’t you think?” My fingertips brushed across her pussy, already finding a hint of dampness there. I clucked my tongue. “My, my. I guess you do like the view.”
“Shut up,” she said, but before I could respond, she dragged me into a kiss.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I leaned over her. My tongue swept across her lips, and she opened up for me, letting me plunder her mouth. My fingers, meanwhile, stroked her pussy.
Meghan whimpered and shifted, pushing one foot up against the dash. That gave me all the access I wanted.
I drew back, my hand floating over her pussy, still teasingly pressed over her panties, which were growing damper and damper.
“Open up your shirt,” I told her. “I want to see your tits.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Anyone can drive up next to us.”
“Better make it quick, then.” And suiting action to words, I pushed the thin fabric of her panties aside and let my fingers play.
Meghan let out a low moan. With one glance out the window to make sure we were alone, she pushed the seat back and started unbuttoning her shirt.
She didn’t take off her bra, but the look of those full round tits on full display—the nipples peaked and ripe for me to suck—made my mouth water.
My eager fingers circled teasingly around her opening before I pushed inside, giving her first one knuckle and then the other.
Back arched, Meghan cupped her own breasts, playing with the nipples as I fingered her.
“You look amazing,” I muttered, half aware I was speaking at all. My mouth was dry, and my cock ached to be inside her. But I hadn’t lost all control of my senses. Besides, I was enjoying the show. “Wish I could record you—wish you were bouncing on my lap right now.”
“L-Later,” she gasped, slanting me a wicked smile followed by a low, throaty moan. “Hunter… my clit, please…”
Well, the woman asked, and I could not deny her. Pulling out, I circled my fingers over and around her clit. She rolled her hips, moaning openly at the pleasure I was giving her.
“Like that, Meghan? Look at you, you’re practically begging for it.”
Meghan shook her head but couldn’t argue. She looked like she was fighting the coming orgasm and was helpless against it at the same time. “Yes… yes… right there. Hunter!”
She arched again, and I felt her pussy spasm—I loved that hot clench, feeling it from inside. I watched her, hungry, as she bucked upward against my fingers, chasing her pleasure. She dragged in one ragged breath then another, her body slumping. Then her eyes slit open, and she gave me a wicked smile.
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Hunter looked way too smug after he made me a sweating, moaning mess. He gave me a sideways glance, a crooked smile on his face. “Yeah, I think I like you like that.”
Smug bastard. I would give him something to beg for.
“It was nice.” I let my fingers drift over my tits. Immediately, his gaze zeroed in on me.
