Chapters (50)
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Part Two
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Part Three
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Epilogue
Pointing a finger at him and narrowing my eyes, I say, “That’s for being a smartass in there. Pull up your pants and get in so I can dick you down already.” I round the driver’s side of the car, tossing him a devilish grin over my shoulder. His mouth is gaping, and he’s frozen in place for a moment before he must realize he’s standing out in the open with his ass hanging out, and he finally tugs them up. While he climbs in and buckles up, I shoot off a quick text to Molly, letting her know we left.
The air in this closed space is electric. Crackling with unadulterated need. We’re quiet, not even the music is on, as we drive toward my house. I’m still so hard, it’s straining against my zipper painfully, and I can’t wait to sink into his tight ass. Peeking over at him, his leg is bouncing up and down, as if he physically cannot sit still with how horny he is.
Next thing I know, he’s reaching into my lap, undoing my pants, and pulling me out. All within five seconds flat. “I can’t wait,” he murmurs, unbuckling his seat belt. “I need you in my mouth now.” Leaning over, he takes me into his mouth. As soon as his lips wrap around the flesh of my cock, he lets out a deep groan that vibrates through my entire body. He sucks with fervor, wet and messy, taking me all the way back to his throat.
“Goddamn, Cash,” I groan. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”
His throat has me in a vice grip, like he’s trying to suck the soul right out of me. Slurping sounds fill the car and I can’t take it. I make a split-second decision and pull off the road. We’re on an old country back road, so nobody’s around. Looking out my window, I notice we’re parked right in front of a field. Being near any type of field with Cash always brings back so many memories, adding to the arousal stroking my gut. He takes me out of his mouth when he must realize I’ve stopped the car, looking up at me under his dark lashes, with tousled hair and blown pupils. His lips are swollen and red, covered in his spit, and it does wild shit to me. Keeping my gaze locked on him, I reach down and shove my seat as far back as it’ll go, undoing my own seatbelt, cock still out and covered in his saliva.