“You don’t even know me,” I say in protest.
“That’s true, but what I do know is that you’re sexy as sin and smart as hell. Plus, you’re interesting, funny, and adventurous. Not to mention, savvy. You have your own goddamn business. Not working for the man; you are your own boss. A risk taker. And you’re filthy-sweet. The whole package, really.”
I roll my eyes, but inside, I’m melting for him. The words build me up and break down my walls, all at the same time. “You got all that from one dinner?”
“Oh, baby, I got a whole lot more than that.” He kisses me then, under the light of the moon. His mouth unabashedly on mine. I don’t see what he sees, but I’ll take it. God knows I want to believe it.
He opens the passenger door and huskily tells me to get inside.
“I need you, woman,” he tells me, hopping into the driver’s seat. “Now.”
He peels out of the parking lot so damn fast my heart starts racing. He takes a few turns, and the next thing I know we’re in an abandoned lot, no street lights to shine down on us, and he parks his truck behind a building giving us privacy.
“You don’t want to go to my place?” I ask.
“Later. But I can’t wait, sugar-tits. I need you now.”
Blushing, I unbuckle my seatbelt, wanting to go where he leads, loving the sensation of being so adored.
“I’ve never had sex in a car,” I admit.
He shakes his head, lifting a lever that causes the back of the seat to fall. He leans over me, his eyes practically dripping with desire.
“This isn’t a car, doll face. This is a truck. And you better get ready for one hell of a ride.”
Chapter 5
Moxon
Everything about her is intoxicating. I had one beer, yet I’m feeling dizzy. She makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt for a long ass time.
“Do you like it nice and slow or hard and fast?” I ask her, sliding over to the center of the cab and pulling her on top of me.
Her thighs straddle me, her eyes are heavy, and I hold her hips with both hands. Don’t want to let this one get away.
“I like it filthy-sweet,” she says, eyebrows raised.
I grin. “Of course, you do.” My hands run under her skirt, feeling where her thigh-highs end and her panties begin. “The question is, just how filthy and just how sweet?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “Truth is I never get to play out my fantasies. I don’t usually...”
My hands still, wanting her to want this, wanting her to be comfortable, to feel good about being here with me.
“Kiss strangers?”
At that, she smiles. “Right. And I don’t usually fuck ‘em, either.”
Her crass word surprises me, though it shouldn’t considering she’s selling cards on the Internet talking about eating people out. “But tonight, it’s different?”
She nods, licking her lips now, reaching for the side zipper on her dress. “Tonight, it’s very different.” She slips the straps off her dress over her shoulder and pushes it down to her waist. Her big breasts fill a black lacy bra and she unclasps it at the center. “You said something about greasing a monkey?
I laugh, my hands on her tits. “Who are you?”
“Tonight? I’m yours.”
Our eyes meet then, and I know she’s too good for me in a thousand ways. She’s got money for starters. Fancy clothes and a designer purse. Smart too. She went to college and shit. Me? I’m a blue-collar nobody with only a few life goals. Mainly, to become a man people can count on.
“You’re something else,” I tell her. Her eyes are bright and full of life and even in the dark truck, I feel like I see her. And even if I don’t understand her entirely, I want to.
“Is this the sweet part of the evening?” she asks, her hands pressed against my chest.
I nod. My hand runs over her bare back, then I cup her perfect breasts. “These are the sweetest tits I’ve ever seen, baby cakes.”
“Millie.” Her smile though tells me she likes my pet names.
“Right.” I lean down, kissing her tits, sucking her tight little nipple, teasing it between my teeth.”
She sighs softly. “You make me...”
“What?” I ask, massaging her tits with both hands. “What do I make you?”
“So wet.”
I groan in desire at her words. “Really?” I ask, my cock hard at the idea of her slick pussy. I run my hands under her skirt and press my fingertips against her cunt. Her panties are totally soaked, and I push them aside, dipping my fingers into her sweetness. “Oh God, you weren’t lying.”
“I never lie,” she moans as I begin to finger fuck her nice and good. I use my other hand to cup her round ass, squeezing it as she arches her back, her breasts practically asking to be devoured.