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His big palm cups the back of my head but his grip isn’t firm enough to choke me. With a guy the size of Tyler, it’s a challenge to fit him in my mouth, especially when he insists on driving like we’re in The Fast and the Furious, for some reason in a hurry to get out of Philly. After the third time of his sudden movements knocking me around a little in my seat, almost losing my hold of him and two seconds from taking an accidental bite out of his favorite body part, I stop pumping and remove his cock from my mouth.
“Don’t stop, Ken.” He makes a hissing sound, the disappointment already on his face when I glance up at him, irritated.
“Then stop driving like an asshole,” I spit back.
“I was trying to make sure no one could see what you’re doing. Did you think of that?” He runs his fingers through my hair, his voice sounding like a child. “C’mon, baby. Finish what you started or I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls.”
“Not until you talk to me.” I sit down and back in my chair, avoiding eye contact with him. “Is something wrong? I know when you’re lying.”
He grabs his length in his hand, keeping one eye on the road and the other on me. “I’m coming whether you help me or not, but I’d prefer it be with your lips wrapped around my cock when that happens and not my hand.”
I roll my eyes at him. “You just want to come in my mouth.”
The corner of his mouth turns up into a wicked grin. “That, too.”
I get situated in my seat, my gaze fixed on the road, but I cannot help but watch out of the corner of my eye when I see him jerk himself off, tempted to take over for him. I’m so fucking horny, I push up my dress and feel how wet I am over my silky panties.
“Jesus, babe.” He licks his lips, still driving with one hand and working on finishing himself off with the other. “Spread those legs and let me watch you finger your pussy.”
I peel back my panties, my head turned to the side but still nestled against the headrest, biting down on my bottom lip as I sink two fingers inside me. If only it were Tyler between my legs. I watch him maneuver the car and his dick, turned on by his ability to do both at the same time.
Coating my fingers with my juices, I quicken my pace, a brush of heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes. My body tenses up, a euphoric sensation rushing over me, the feeling intense and powerful as it takes over. With each moan, my voice dies off, Tyler’s name on the tip of my tongue.
“I want to come in your mouth,” he says, low and seductive. “Get over here, babe. I need you.”
Sliding my fingers from my wetness, I hold them out and in front of his mouth for him to suck on them.
“Mmm…you taste good. I can’t wait to be inside that tight pussy.”
He stops doing all the work, giving me back control, as I continue for him. Not long after my tongue glides along his skin do I feel his leg shake. Tyler grips my hair in his hands, twisting it around his fingers. When he comes, I swallow all of him and suck on the tip once more before sitting back in my seat.
He’s still out of breath and driving like an idiot. With his eyes on the road, he tucks himself back into his pants and zippers them up. Then he reaches across the car and takes my hand in his to give it a quick squeeze.
“You 're incredible, Kennedy. Thank you.”
I laugh, almost feeling sorry for him. “You don’t have to thank me for a blow job. I’m your girlfriend. It’s my job to keep you happy.”
“That’s not what I meant…Well, I guess that, too, but damn, babe, that was one hell of a BJ. But I was saying thank you for yesterday with Blake and my family, and this was just icing on the cake.”
“You’re welcome, Tyler, but you don’t have to thank me. I’m glad I had the chance to meet your family, and it’s always a pleasure to see how much of your dick I can fit in my mouth.” I say the last sentence with a devious grin.
“You make it so hard not to pull over this car right now and show you how much I appreciate you.”
“As much as I’d like that, you will have people waiting out front of your house for us soon, and you don’t want to leave them hanging.”
Tyler flashes one of his winning smiles. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re a hot mess.” I laugh as I speak the words.
He reminds me of a sexy surfer with his blond hair and tanned skin with a mix of frat boy and aggressive hockey player throw in. But under the surface, there is so much more to him that I had not expected. And I’m hardcore falling for him more each day.
We make it back to Tyler’s house in Cherry Hill with a few minutes to spare before the doorbell rings. Coach and Parker arrive first because Coach is never late for anything. In fact, according to Tyler, she’s fifteen minutes early for every event he has to attend. He’s always the dumbass dragging his feet as his hot agent waits around on him. She has to do the same thing with Parker. I saw that first hand when Coach had asked me to watch over Alex.
“Tyler,” Coach says, throwing her long, caramel hair over her shoulder, all six feet of beauty and toned muscle flashing a smile. She was on track to become a professional basketball player before she had a career-ending injury. But she still looks as though she trains every day. “How have you been? Staying out of trouble, I hope.”
“Of course.” He leans in to kiss her, and she offers him her cheek. “Kennedy keeps me in check.”
