Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I love you, too. What’s the question, sweetheart?” I stay where I am, hands on top of her thighs, holding them there when it’s the last thing I want to do.
“Actually, it’s two. Drunk sex and sex in a car. Can I ask for that to be my birthday present this year? I mean, you’ve done a lot for me already, so if you say no, well, that’s okay, too.” She’s talking about how I made the appointment for the attorney. How she was able to save money, that I told her to pay a bill off with. If it was credit cards, pay off the lowest one, doing the snowball effect. Leigh didn’t have that. The only thing she had a note out in her name was the house and her Tahoe, which is now paid off. I barely did anything with the divorce but put a good chunk down on the consult fee to go toward her retainer. I’m keeping that between me and Mr. McCallister. Leigh’s eyes drop to her lap, watching as my thumbs slide along the inside of her thighs.
“Anything you want, it’s yours, especially that. Slide in, sweetheart. I can’t take you here when anyone could come out and watch me fuck you until you come. I can take you down the road. We’ll have the view of the water, the moon hanging above us, and you sitting on my cock.” I move so my thumb is against her clit. I’m thinking about sliding her panties to the side and getting it wet before bringing it to my mouth, a move Leigh loves. “Slide in. I’ve got a woman to please.” I step back, pull my shirt over my jeans to hide my cock that is making its presence known. Rosaleigh scoots back, swinging her legs as she does, not moving her dress down, and I know exactly where my hand will be as I drive down the road. “Seatbelt,” I grunt before I close the door and walk around the front of the truck hoping like hell she isn’t so drunk she’ll fall asleep on me before we finish the short five-minute drive to where I know we won’t have an audience. Since I left my truck running, I jump inside, put my own belt in place, foot on the brake, slam the vehicle in drive, and head to our destination.
“You okay, Leigh?” I ask, my hand moving directly to the apex of her thighs. Her legs fall open. Meanwhile, I’m having a hard time maintaining my focus, feeling the wetness seeping from her panties. I hook my finger to the side of the delicate lace, hitting smooth bare skin and sweet silky wetness. I’m coasting along the highway. The truck is silent, minus our breathing, hers because I know my woman. She’s close to coming. Two more turns, and all I’ll have to do is park the truck, lift her up, rip the flimsy excuse of panties off her body, undo my jeans, and then slide inside of Rosaleigh.
“I’d be better if your cock were inside me.” I push down on the gas, taking the last turn a little too fast, kicking up the dirt, finding the area vacant like I knew I would. God bless small towns.
“One more minute. Take your panties off, and then your seatbelt.” I park in a secluded area, trees covering the truck deep in an alcove, sand beneath the tires from the river front. I whip my seatbelt off, hit the lever on my seat, pushing it back until it’s as far as it can go.
“They’re already off.” My eyes catch hers. She’s completely bare, not a stitch of clothing on, tits unbound, pussy uncovered, and I’m about two seconds away from getting my cock inside her.
“Good.” I whip my shirt off and undo the snap buttons of my jeans. My cock is out, hitting my abdomen. “Your choice. You want it from behind or face to face.” I give her the option knowing how much she loves to ride my dick.
“From behind, your arm banding around my breasts, your fingers playing with my clit, that’s how I want it.” She’s not drunk at all right now, probably buzzed, which is going to make this all the more enjoyable.
“Then come on.” I guide her until her back is to my front and her legs are on the outside of mine. “Take my cock and guide me in.” Pure bliss, that’s what it feels like when she takes my cock, wrapping her fist around it, the way she bathes the head of my length in her slickness. My eyes drop to her ass, watching the flex and pull of the muscles in her body.
“Oh God, you feel so good, Nix, so fucking good.” Her head drops back. My lips brush to her ear, teeth nipping at the lobe.