“I don’t care,” he rasped, pushing down the cups of my bra. “I need you. Now.”
When he sucked one of my aching n*****s into his mouth, it rendered me brain dead from thereon out, and suddenly, I didn’t care either. I cupped his head and gathered fistfuls of his hair into my hands as I rode his erection through our clothes. The suction he had on me seemed to tug on a nerve linked directly to the bundled core between my legs because it lit me up until I was writhing against him, begging him as I fumbled between him to tear open the fly of his jeans.
Pulling him into my hand, I pumped him, loving the feel of velvet over steel. His mouth popped free of my n****e so he could groan and slam his skull back against the seat’s headrest.
“Damn, that feels good.” He jerked his hips up, letting me
