Page 95 of Over Time Advantage

“You don’t have to. It’s late. I’ll manage.”

Her eyes move down the frame in a way I can tell she’s staring at my dick. “I don’t want to miss out on that. I’m not satisfied either. I want to meet you.” She licks her lips and points to the camera. “I need to experience that in the warm, hard, thick, deep flesh.”

I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face. I think my dick might be smiling too. He’s definitely drooling. He hasn’t stopped doing that since he and I saw her face tonight.

“Are you sure? I know tomorrow is a big day.”

She nods. “See you in a little bit, Jeffries.”

I deepen my voice. “Fallon.”

“Yes?”

“Wear that red lacy outfit in your bottom drawer. The one I bought you last week. I want to see you in it.”

Her lips curl in amusement. “Yes, Daddy Jett.”

I squeeze my eyes shut at the nickname she’s begun to use. “Please hurry,” I beg with desperation.

I hear her giggling as she ends the call.

I manage to make a forty-minute ride in thirty-two minutes because I can’t wait to have my girl in my arms again. I ache to be inside her body. Physically ache. She makes me feel like a teenager experiencing love for the first time. She makes me feel.

I get to the address where my navigation drops me and notice the dirt road continues through the trees. I follow it until a clearing and then pull over to the side, allowing space for her car.

The seconds tick by like minutes. The minutes feel like hours. Where is she? My dick is straining against my sweatpants. I’m thankful I didn’t wear jeans tonight. My cock would have nowhere to go.

I finally see headlights as Fallon’s car pulls into view. I’m bouncing in my seat like a toddler. My hands are physically shaking. Hurry, angel. I need you.

I open the car window, and she does the same as she comes to a stop. Batting her eyelashes, she coos, “Fifty bucks, Grandpa. For seventy-five, the wife can watch.”

I bark out a laugh at her Pretty Woman reference. She’s so funny. I love her sense of humor…and everything else about her.

I cheekily respond, “I would have paid four thousand,” also from the movie.

Without missing a beat, she answers, “I would have done it for two.”

We both smile before she exits her vehicle and makes her way toward me. Wow. I have no words. She looks like a sex goddess. She’s in fire engine red lingerie per my instructions. The lacy top supports her generous breasts, though they look like they’re about to pop out. The bottom part is very short and very see-through. She’s not wearing panties. Her hourglass figure is on full display. She’s even wearing matching stilettos to cap off the whole look. Women don’t get sexier than this.

She bends over and looks through my window. “Going my way, stranger?”

“I’ll be going straight inside you in about thirty seconds,” I respond.

She glances down at my severely tented pants and starts laughing. “I will never—I mean never—look at gray sweatpants the same again.”

I open the car door. “Get your sexy ass in here and sit on this thing before it explodes.”

She happily climbs inside and straddles me with her little body. I had already pushed the seat all the way back to give us room.

When I close the door, my car is immediately enveloped in her floral scent. God, I love the way she smells.

Her arms wrap around my neck. Her lips are only inches from mine. “Hi, love.”

I run my hands up and down her back before quickly moving them under her lingerie until they grab her bare ass. “You look stunning. I want to eat you alive, but first, we have some business to take care of.”

I buck my hips up so she knows exactly what kind of business I mean.

Pressing her lips to mine, she sighs in contentment. “Hmm, I missed you.”