BECKETT
Like I said, freaky and jealousy is not usually a good combination.
I thrust into her mouth in one motion, filling her so thoroughly I cut off her air. Her jealous? Well, look where that got you, Ash. I almost smirk watching her gag, hand braced against my thigh, fingers digging in like she wants to hurt me for it.
“Still mad?” I mutter, jaw tight, watching her tear up as I push deeper, slower this time—just to feel her panic wrap around my c**k. “Thought so.”
She glares up at me, face flushed, eyes watering, throat working hard to take it all. My other hand’s on the wheel, knuckles white. The car’s parked, engine off, windows fogging. Anyone walking by would see us—me half out of breath, pants shoved down just far enough, her head bobbing between my legs like she f*****g nee
