Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I gasp. “But what if someone sees us?”
The lights along the street light up his face enough that I can see his smile. “That’s the point, Morgan—someone might see us. Now do what I say.”
My heart is thumping so hard in my chest I wonder if he can hear it. Unzipping the side of my skirt, I grab both sides and inch the tight leather down my thighs, little by little, until I am finally able to slide it down my legs to the floorboard.
Ice groans low in his throat beside me. “Sweet little white lace panties to cover my sweet little pussy. Pull the crotch of your panties aside and play with yourself. I want you nice and wet before I stop this truck.”
I do what he tells me, both terrified that someone might see me petting myself and exhilarated by the thought. It does not take long until I am on the edge of an orgasm, my head resting on the back of the seat, moaning from the pleasure.
“Don’t you dare come yet, Morgan. I want my cock inside you when you come so I can feel it squeezing my dick.”
I whine, almost in pain from the intense pleasure and his command to wait for him. “Hurry, Brett. Please, please hurry. I need to come so badly. How much longer?”
“We’re here.”
I peel my eyelids open to see where ‘here’ is. It is almost unbelievable what meets my eyes.
“A drive-in movie theater?” I ask, baffled.
Two of Brett’s fingers suddenly fill me, and my head whips back at the sensation of being filled. “I gave you dinner, now you’re gonna give me a show. Damn, you’re clenching my fingers already. Get your ass over here.”
He pulls his fingers out as I look at his lap to see the long, thick, engorged flesh is already covered in a condom. I can’t believe I am about to do this. Having sex in the club’s office with the door open is one thing; having sex in a truck surrounded by other vehicles filled with people is entirely different. The only thing that comforts me is that all of his windows, except the windshield, are darkly tinted.
“Stop procrastinating, Morgan, and get on my dick.”
I move over him, situating my knees on either side of his lap, maneuvering myself over him. He grabs my hips, steadying me, while I grab him in my hand and position him at my entrance. Once I have him where I want him, I slowly slide down his length. Now it is his head that rests on the top of the seat.
“Damn you feel so good around me, baby. Hot, tight, wet little pussy that squeezes and sucks me better than any fuckin’ dream I’ve ever had.”
His words spurn me to move faster, ride him harder. It is not easy in the cramped space of the truck cab, but now that he fills me in the most delicious way, I can’t stop.
I feel it building in me again, that glorious peak only Brett can make me feel.
“God, Brett. So good. So, so good.”
“Fuck yeah,” he responds. “Ride me good, sweetheart.”
My body bucks uncontrollably as that erotic rush starts to fill me. I try to muffle my scream by biting my bottom lip, but a loud moan escapes me anyways. My legs start to go weak as I explode around him, and Brett takes over for me.
Gripping my hips in a strong hold, he picks me up and slams me down on his cock once, twice, three times before he growls his release.
My entire body melts. I can’t move, and I don’t want to. We stay like that for who knows how long, holding each other, reveling in the way we make each other feel. Eventually, though, he lifts me off him, places me gently on the seat next to him, and takes care of the condom. Then he buckles my seatbelt and pulls me tightly into his side, cuddling me. Neither one of us says a word as he starts up his truck to leave the theater grounds.
Once we finally make it home, I do my best not to flush when Coal, Madyson, and Brooke’s eyes turn from the TV to us. Coal flat out grins at my disheveled appearance, but the girls don’t seem to notice.
“So what did you two do?” Madyson asks.
I can’t make myself open my mouth to answer the question. Never in a million years will I tell my little sister what we did.
Ice squeezes me to his side and chuckles. “Dinner and a movie.”
Oh, my God, I’ll never be able to face that drive-in theater again.
Epilogue
Morgan
A little over a year later…
“Madyson, if you want to get ready at Brooke’s, babe, we gotta go,” I yell down the hall to my sister.
“Okay, I’m almost ready!”
In the kitchen, I watch as she comes out of her room with her garment bag holding her dress, cap, and gown as well as her makeup bag. Her hair is up in curlers, her face glowing with a new maturity.