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I feel like I’m gonna faint, but Kyle’s huge hand grips my free arm, and in a second I’m boiling hot.
His throbbing erection is like a steel beam sliding under my instant grip on his engorged member.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he snarls, using his hand to move mine up and down his thick shaft.
My fingers disappear into a sleek wetness I’ve never felt before as I watch a river of precome tease me as it runs over the back of my hand.
I can only whimper, feeling like I’m about to explode, when we both hear the cracking of a branch.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kyle
I can’t.
I really shouldn’t.
That sheriff’s car’s across the parking lot, I know he’s been checking me out.
But look at her.
Look!
I can’t fucking help it.
Once we arrived back at the diner Jacinta begged me to go inside but told her I’d wait in the car. I had to.
The real reason?
This fucking aching hard on I’ve had for her since I first laid eyes on her, has only grown to the point of pain. I feel like it’s about to crack in two if I don’t do something about it.
But I can’t. I shouldn’t…
I’m saving it for her.
Grinding my teeth as I watch her fine, pear shaped ass waving at me through her denim jeans as she climbs the few steps to the diner.
I let out a prolonged groan when she steps inside.
I know I’m done.
In seconds I’m unzipped, sucking air in through my teeth as I grip my helm as hard and tight as I imagine her pussy to be.
Christ, not yet!
It feels like I’m about to come just from thinking about Jacinta, let alone feeling her in my mind.
Trying to transmit the same incredible sensation to my cock.
Imagining her perfect mounds, bouncing free from under her sweater as I lift it.
Her hard nipples like bullets under my thumbs as she straddles me with those thick, creamy thighs.
Readying her dripping, swollen mound over my length.
Begging me to fuck her.
Pleading with me not to stop, no matter how hard I make her come.
“Ugh. Fuck,” I groan aloud.
Forgetting about my current situation, a giant body bundled in a tiny car, I feel the whole world rocking from side to side in time with my passionate frenzy.
“Uhhh, Jacinta… Gonna fuck that… little… hole…”
My snarls are deep, low, and loud, broken up only when I have to slow or stop myself. Gripping my cock as hard as I can.
Savoring this relief, but also trying not to give the interior of the rental a new paint job.
“Not yet,” I growl again, louder. Imagining it really is her sweet little body riding me.
Her hair whipping against my body as she bounces in time with each firm thrust.
Ever deeper inside her as she moans louder and louder.
Calling my name.
Begging for me to fill her with my seed.
Kyle… Uhhh… Kyyyllleee!!!
“Ohhhh. Jacinta,” I groan, my head falling back against the tiny headrest as I feel the thick lava of my release about to overflow.
Too late. It’s just what you do to me—
Ah shit.
Fuck!
I spot her, my Jacinta at the edge of my peripheral vision, and right when I was about to explode.
My head snaps around, making sure no one else is getting a view like she was.
Fuck, Kyle. Now she’ll be terrified of you.
Idiot!
I hastily zip up my jeans, and squeeze myself out of the car, jogging in the direction I saw her go. The hardness in my pants having kicked it up a notch.
Edging myself so close and now actually chasing her?
It’s more than my hormones can handle, but I need to make sure she’s okay.
I need to explain my feelings as well as my biology to her.
I stop, my pulse pounding in my ears still, but my heart thrashing against my ribs is nothing compared to the empty feeling in my gut.
The very thought of losing her like this before I’ve even had a chance to tell her how I feel, let alone—
“Oooooh. Aaahhhhh…”
My senses are on high alert, and I can hear her. Nowhere near where I thought she ran to, but in those bushes up ahead.
I take my approach slowly, not wanting to frighten her any more than I probably already have.
But my concerns, my fears are swiftly transformed into a newer and hotter arousal. A powerful need that I’ve never felt.
More than want. It’s pure animal instinct that’s pulling me towards her.
There she is, my girl. And not just with her jeans around her thighs, her eyes closed as her tongue traces her lips.
No.
She’s got her fingers working her slick valley over time to boot.
Not my imagination.
This is real. Jacinta in the bushes, fingering herself after watching me put a sheen on my bat.
Her whole body is stiff as she focuses on her own climax, which I can tell at a glance is about as close as mine is again.
