“But… you wanted to?”
“Yeah. I wanted to.” I glanced at her. She was still watching me, and her eyes searched mine.
“We’re almost there, aren’t we,” she said when my gaze returned to the road.
“Yeah. Almost.”
“Can you pull off somewhere? I need to tell you something.”
I glanced at her again. She swallowed and looked away.
“Sure.”
At the next light, I pulled off the street we were on and wound through the residential neighborhood. Found a dark spot between the street lights to pull up to the curb, in front of a big hedge. Private. I put the car in park and gave her my attention. “You okay?”
She blinked at me. “Johnny…”
“Yeah.” My heart was thudding in my chest, too damn hard.
Angeline shifted toward me a little, then reached for my lap—and slid her hand over the package in my jeans. My breath caught in my throat.
She squeezed me a little, her eyes on mine.
A groan of appreciation slipped from my throat as I thickened in her hand, stiffening. I shifted my hips a bit, trying to make room in my jeans.
I turned off the car.
She leaned in, pressing up against me. Her mouth hovered near mine, and I resisted the urge to push my hands into her hair and pull her to me. I didn’t want to scare her off. We didn’t even kiss last night, in the middle of all that smoldering sex. I wasn’t sure if she felt uneasy about what happened, or even what didn’t. So I just let her lead.
“Johnny,” she whispered again, her hand now squeezing my rock hard length.
“Angeline,” I choked out.
Then she kissed me, her mouth slanting over mine, her tongue sliding over my lip, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth in response, unable to hold back. I moaned into our kiss as she pulled at my jeans, opening them. She slid her hand inside my underwear and squeezed my naked shaft. I flexed in her hand, eager and throbbing.
As she broke our kiss to lean down into my lap, obviously to suck me off, I breathed in bliss, “What are you doing to me?”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said in a kind of hungered agony as she pulled my underwear aside, freeing my dick. She peeked up, her eyes hitting mine, like she was making sure this was okay. She jacked me slowly, working her tight fist up and down. Felt so good I wanted to close my eyes. But I never wanted to look away from her.
I wanted to watch.
I held her eyes as I gathered her soft hair back from her face into a handful at the nape of her neck. She turned her face downward and I felt her hot breath on my cock. Her little tongue flickered out to taste the wet slit in my cockhead, and I sank back into the seat. “That’s it, Angel…” My voice was hoarse with longing as she lavished the head of my cock with soft licks, even as I tried to relax.
She’d been thinking about this all day? That made two of us.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered. I could feel the restless energy in her body. She was holding herself back. Waiting for my commands. Dirty talk excited her. Last night, it made her gush.
I wondered how wet she was already, but she didn’t ask me to touch her. She liked instigating, too. She was trembling right now with restrained excitement.
“Suck, sweetheart.”
She wrapped her wet mouth around the crown of my cock and sucked. I groaned as my balls tightened.
“Deeper.”
She drove her mouth down on my dick. Hot, wet heaven engulfed me.
“Fuck me with that pretty mouth…” I muttered, barely able to breathe as she followed my command. She sucked me deep, using her tight fist to cover what her mouth couldn’t. My shaft flexed in her mouth.
