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She situated herself until her mouth was only a scant inch away from my cock.
“Let’s reenact this scene. The faster you tell me when you can feel it, the better,” she murmured.
I sighed and allowed my hands to drop from the top of the steering wheel to the sides, allowing me a much less unencumbered view of the girl in my lap.
Her head was on my right thigh, and her face was aimed toward my belly.
Her mouth was open, and all I could think about was unzipping my jeans and shoving my cock down her throat.
“Can you feel it?” she asked, her expressive eyes lifting to meet mine.
CHAPTER 18
If you are not happy single, you won’t be happy in a relationship. Happiness comes from guns, not a man.
-Text from Bourne to Belle
BELLE
“Can you feel it?” I wondered.
Okay, so I didn’t actually need to reenact this particular scene.
The accuracy of this particular scene wasn’t crucial to the story, and sort of added a bit of comic relief where it was needed most.
However, I’d wanted nothing more than to get into Bruno’s lap since I’d gotten into the car, and this was the only way that I could make the plan succeed that didn’t happen to have me outright asking him if I could suck on his cock.
Something that I didn’t quite have the confidence built up to do just yet.
“I can’t feel it.” He sounded like he’d said that through gritted teeth, making me smile.
“Okay,” I sighed and sat up, disappointed in myself and my inability to just ask him what was on my mind.
Dammit, I was turning into a weirdo girl.
I…
Bruno gathered my face into his hands and kissed me.
In between one breath and the next, Bruno was kissing the hell out of me, and I was practically moving into his lap.
Things moved fairly fast after that.
One second I was in my seat with all of my clothes on, and the next I was pantless, on his side of the car, and Bruno’s cock was out and between us.
I blinked at the speed in which he’d divested me of my clothes, then couldn’t help the small smile that tilted up the corner of my lip at the need I saw written all over his face.
“You’re sure about the no-condom thing?” he asked, his massive hand wrapping around his impressive cock and squeezing.
He squeezed it so hard, in fact, that I winced.
The tip of his cock turned an angry purple color, and I caught his wrist up in mine and yanked his hand off of his poor abused penis.
“Be nice to it,” I ordered jokingly. “I want to be able to use it.”
The car slowed, and I had a moment of ‘oh shit’ but saw that a small possum had entered the roadway we’d been driving alone on for an hour.
Once the possum moved, the car sped back up.
