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I selected one of the cards and sat down next to him to open it. I danced in my seat as I pulled out a $150 gift card to one of my favorite big box stores.

“Now we can get out of here.” Quinton winked.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I eased out of the booth and let Quinton lead the way to the door.

When we made it to his truck, he opened the door and helped me get inside before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. The lingering scent of his cologne and the recent memory of how hard he was sitting at that event made me feral. I could probably account 25 percent of how I felt to the alcohol, but a lot of it had to do with Quinton.

By the time we pulled out of the parking lot, I couldn’t take it anymore. I removed my seat belt and leaned over the console to retrieve my real prize.

“What are you doing?” Quinton chuckled as I fumbled with the buckle of his pants.

“All that gin made me horny.”

“Oh really? I have to keep that in mind.”

“Hell yes. Take these off,” I said, fishing around in his boxers to pull out his immaculate tool. It took some doing due to how stiff his dick was. Once it was in my hands, that was all she wrote.

“Baby, you gotta let me drive. It’s not that far.”

He might have protested with his mouth, but Quinton didn’t do anything to stop me from doing what I wanted to do.

“Baby, mmm.” He groaned as my mouth slid down the length on his dick.

The taste of him made my pussy warm. I used one hand to hold his dick and the other to unbutton my own jeans.

“Aww shit, that feels so good,” he hissed.

Popping him out of my mouth, I looked up at him just as he glanced down at me.

“Your dick is so big and pretty. I love it, Quinton,” I said before going down even further and swirling my tongue on his balls, then carefully sucking both into my mouth.

“Fuck! That shit feels good, baby.” Quinton moaned in a voice so soft it didn’t even sound like him.

I continued to tease his balls while jacking his dick, using the moisture from my mouth. After removing him from my mouth, I sank even lower, running my tongue from his balls to the sensitive spot right below them. I knew when I had him because his ass lifted from the seat, and he whimpered like he was on the verge of tears.

“Come on, baby. Don’t make me wreck,” he pleaded.

Ignoring his cries, I continued my assault.

“Hm, shit.” He groaned.

Finally, I moved back up his body, ready for the grand prize. When my mouth covered the head of his dick, he fisted my hair, helping to guide me down his length. Once he reached the back of my throat, I slowly moved back to the top before sucking him down again and again.

“What are you doing to me, baby?” He grunted as I worked my magic.

Over and over, I bobbed my head and took him down my throat, gagging until my eyes watered. I loved having him in my mouth. I didn’t know what was in those drinks, but I was so turned on. Finally, I moved all the way to the tip of his dick so I could speak.

“Sucking your dick is about to make me cum, Quinton.”

“Oh God, I love you, girl,” he professed.

“Mm.” I moaned, tasting his precum coating my tongue as I covered him with my mouth again.

“How much is your rent, Shiloh?” he asked.

Since my mouth was full, I just shook my head.

“Don’t shake your damn head. I need to know what my expenses are, baby.”