CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: THE CAR RIDE HOME
Mia shoved Kyle toward the driver’s side of his beat-up sedan parked behind the library. Her skirt still clung to her thighs, Kyle’s c*m trickling down her inner leg with every step. She yanked the passenger door open and dropped into the seat without waiting for him.
“Drive,” she ordered, voice low and sharp. “My place.”
Kyle fumbled with his keys, his glasses fogged from the rush. His c**k still half-hard in his jeans after the library f**k. He started the engine and pulled out of the lot, tires crunching over gravel. Mia reached across the console immediately, palming the bulge in his pants.
“Eyes on the road,” she said. She unzipped him one-handed, freeing his thickening shaft. The head already glistened with leftover precum and traces of her
