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“I think this is the perfect time. You’re tense and horny, and we’ve got at least ten minutes until we get to Brent.” She yanks down my zipper and releases my cock, sighing as she gives my shaft a long, slow lick. “How about you keep your eyes on the road and try not to drive into a tree?”
“Jesus,” I mutter, shifting in my seat and spreading my legs a little wider so she has better access to my cock. “I’ll try, but no promises.”
It’s almost impossible to keep my attention on the road as Charlotte starts lathering my cock with her tongue. Each swirl of that warm, soft appendage sends another surge of blood into my already rigid dick. The fact that she’s crouching down in her seat, her ass up in the air and much more visible than I’d like it to be, makes the entire experience even hotter.
“God, you’re so fucking hard,” she mumbles around my dick, swirling her tongue around the tip. “I wish I could sit on your lap and ride you.”
I almost throw the van into a handbrake turn and head for the nearest parking lot, but there’s no time. And fuck if she doesn’t know it.
I grab the back of her head and force her down so hard over my cock that she gags. “Shut up and keep sucking.” The sound married with the sensation of her throat spasming over my dick almost has me coming right then and there.
“Fuck!” I mutter through clenched teeth.
I start bobbing her up and down over my dick, using her mouth as roughly as I used her pussy earlier today when she was getting ready. She had to redo her makeup twice, and slapped me when I tried to rut her a third time.
She might need that pepper spray after all.
“Christ, Charlotte, I’m getting close.”
My future wife is drooling so much, her mouth feels as wet and tight as her pussy.
We pull up to another red light, and I grab her off my cock, bringing her mouth to mine for a violent kiss that smears her lipstick. When I shove her down again as the light turns green, I happen to spot the guy in his Ford truck next to us. He grins, giving me a thumbs-up before turning down a side road.
When I hear a rustle of fabric, and realize Charlotte has a hand up her skirt getting herself off as she sucks on my cock, I come with a violent thrust into her tight throat.
The van veers to the left before I can control my tensing muscles, and she sits back with an excited gasp, clutching at her door handle like we’re in a rally car.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, giving her an astonished glance. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were going to blow my mind.”
She bites her bottom lip, and I can still see the tiny cut where I tore it the other day just before I asked her to marry me. “Time to return the favor, weirdo.”
Charlotte flips up her skirt, and I realize she’s not wearing underwear.
“Where is your—”
I cut off when she grabs my hand and yanks it to her pussy. I don’t need any further encouragement. With my eyes fixed on the road, I lean to the side and start fingering her. She spreads her legs even wider, and then props one ankle up on the dashboard as she bucks her hips in time with my thrusts. Her fingers rub furiously over her clit with the experienced movements of someone who knows how to get herself off.
Fuck, I wish I could already be hard again. I’d definitely detour and fuck her in the back of the van right now. But she must have been as turned on as I was, because moments later, her pussy starts clenching around my fingers.
“Oh God, yes,” she mumbles, her back arching as she grabs her breasts through the cheerleading outfit. “Harder.”
I oblige. Seconds later, Charlotte grabs my wrist and keeps my fingers locked deep inside as she comes with a breathless moan.
“Fuck!” Her hips twist and writhe as she rides her orgasm, her eyes fluttering open in a slack-jawed look of utter satisfaction. Then her eyes go wide. “Look out!”
My eyes dart back to the road, and I barely manage to veer around a car parked on the shoulder with its emergency lights on.
“Shit!”
Charlotte laughs, and the sound makes my heart hurt. She goes to work cleaning herself up, then me, but my thoughts are suddenly crystal clear.
We can’t do this. I don’t know what’s changed—maybe the fact that we almost had an accident, or the afterglow—but something feels off.
Charlotte squeals in surprise when I throw the wheel to the side, taking us down a side street. “What are you doing?”
“Something’s wrong.”
She blinks at me, befuddled. “With the van?”
