“First of all, they’re not ugly.”
I groan and roll my eyes.
I’m back to wanting to stuff her pretty mouth with my cock, but that is definitely not something I will ever voice again. It sounded so… angry when I said it this morning. So cruel. And when I saw the way she reacted, the way she…apologized, I wanted to kneel at her feet and beg her forgiveness.
In my defense, I was still reeling from everything that had happened yesterday, culminating in the way she cried herself to sleep while I lay on the ground beside her, helpless. Guilt is not something I’m used to feeling. In fact I don’t think I’ve felt it since Mom abandoned me. I guess it’s been taking a toll on me.
But when I’m making her come, I can squint my eyes and almost believe we’re still in high school, and the shittiness of these past few years never happened.
“Do it,” I say impatiently. “Pull down your pants and touch yourself. And show me. I want to see.”
“That’s a whole lot of demands,” she taunts me. “Anyway, I’m feeling bloated from all the fries you made me eat.”
“I don’t care. Do it.”
My voice is sounding a little too needy, but luckily, she gives in at last. She wriggles herself out of her panties and jeans then angles herself at me, blushing furiously, as though I don’t know every inch of her body by heart.
“Open your legs.”
“Quill!” she giggles.
“Come on. Open them.”
I’m past pretending this is all in good fun. What happened before only made me hungrier. I could spend every second of every day between her thighs and it still wouldn’t be enough. I need her so much it makes my skin ache.
“Please, Piper,” I beg.
“Fine,” she sighs.
Closing her eyes in embarrassment, she stretches her legs, letting me see how wet she is. I really want to touch her right now, but I do need to focus on the road.
“Satisfied?” she says, looking like she’s about to squeeze her thighs shut.
Not even close.
“Open your pussy lips.”
“What?!”
“I mean it. Stretch your pussy lips with your fingers. I want to see what’s inside.”
“Oh, my gosh, Quill,” she groans, but she does what I say. Her face has never been so red and splotchy before, and I can’t tell if I want to kiss it or the glistening pussy she’s now showing me every inch of.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” I breathe, and this time, she doesn’t resist.
She moans low as she pushes two fingers inside her, and then she starts to drive them in and out, moving against them.
“Touch your clit.”
She’s only too happy to obey, moaning even louder as her thumb begins to massage her clit. All too soon, she’s bucking, in the throes of an orgasm.
“How was that?” I breathe, really wishing I could lick the arousal still dripping down her thigh.
“Not enough,” she groans. “Not nearly enough.”
Fuck.We’re way behind Logan’s schedule, what with hergiving me a blowjob in the bathroom before she rode my hand while eating her burger. But I’ve just got to have her. Now.
At the next exit, I swerve off the highway and into a deserted cul-de-sac. She looks around nervously.
