Page 47 of Devoured By Peace


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“When I enter you?”

“Yeah.”

Her shy smile made my cock jerk. “Keep looking like that, and I’m going to have to stop the car.”

“Are you always this frisky?”

“It’s hard not to be. You’re not wearing a bra, and your delectable nipples are very perky.”

Miranda ran her soft hand up my thigh and stroked my dick, which had thickened again. “You feel nice too.”

“Miranda, I’ll have an accident if you’re not careful.”

She removed her hand and smiled.

I tapped on my steering wheel in time with the music. “This is my favorite drummer.”

“Who is he?”

“Billy Cobham.”

“You’re just as good,” she said.

“If you keep flattering me, I’m going to have to devour you.”

“Mm… is that a promise?”

“More than a promise.”

“Only if you let me suck your dick.”

I smiled at her. She blushed when she talked dirty.

“Then it will give me great pleasure to indulge you.” I crept my finger through the opening of her dress and felt her thigh. “I love this dress.”

“I thought of you when I bought it. Knowing how impatient you can get.”

“Only with you, Miranda.” My smile faded. “I want us to be together. Just you and me. No one else. Not Ethan.”

“And not Britney?” she asked.

I turned sharply. “What gives you the impression I want to be with her?”

“What gives you the impression I want to be with Ethan?”

“I asked first,” I said.

“Something you said in your sleep.”

We drove up the driveway.

“I forgot how palatial your house is,” she said.

I was still wondering about her last comment. “What did I say in my sleep?”

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