She snags the pendant and clasps it around her neck in one quick motion.

“How does it look?” she asks, centering the pendant on the chain.

I nod.

“It’s perfect,” she answers her own question. “You’re perfect.” She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me down onto the hood with her.

She slips her hands under my shirt, lifting it up and off, before she throws it away without a care. She repeats the same with her own shirt, her bra following behind it. Cupping her breasts, I bend forward to flick her perky nipples with my tongue. She arches her back into me.

“You want me to fuck you on this Toyota, girlfriend?” I tease.

She nods, biting her lip. “It’s a classic.”

I let out a low chuckle as I move my hands down to her jeans. Popping the button and slipping them off her impossibly long legs, I quip, “You’re a classic.”

She’s wearing the same bright red boy shorts that tortured my dreams for weeks after she flashed me. I let out a low growl, sliding her panties off and slipping them into my pocket. I’m starting a collection.

Jessie’s naked and spread out on the hood of a car. I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life. My dick is suffocating in my pants, desperate for a deep breath of Jessie’s pussy. My cock can wait. My birthday girl’s going to get hers first.

I lean forward and dive into her wet pussy like a man on fire, my mouth claiming her clit without warning or mercy. She fists my hair, tugging at me when I fill her with two fingers. She comes apart fast and hard, alternating between pants and moans.

“You. Inside me. Now,” she demands.

“Yes, girlfriend.”

Her syrupy laugh coats me with a warm, thick desire. I pull her off the hood and flip her onto her stomach. The car is the perfect height. I grab my wallet out of my back pocket before letting my pants fall to the ground. I whip it open, only to realize I used my spare condom when we fucked in the back seat of my car last week.

“Fuck,” I mutter in utter frustration.

Her body still sprawled out on the hood, tempting ass in the air, Jessie turns her face to me. “What’s wrong?”

“No condom.”

A wicked twinkle dances across her hazel eyes. “I’m on the pill.”

I cock my head to the side. “You sure?”

Jessie nods. “Take me, Big Man.”

Before she finishes, I’m balls-deep inside her, aching for the connection. I brace myself on the hood, a palm on either side of her body, caging her in. I stay buried inside her, kissing her shoulder blade before slowly pulling out. Jessie whimpers under me, desperate for a faster pace, but I’m going to take my time with her.