AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You have no idea.” His voice is low and raspy, too.
“I’m pretty sure I do.”
“I need to see these tits, Lemon.” Jameson’s hands slide up my sides and start tugging down the front of my dress.
Shaking my head, I press my hand against my chest to hold up the fabric he’s trying to pull down. “Someone could see… if they walked by.”
Even as I think about how crazy this is, I rock my hips against Jameson again. I’m riding his dick in the back of his truck in the middle of Western Ridge.
“Don’t worry, Lemon. I’ve got you. No one’s going to see these big, beautiful tits but me.”
Jameson straightens his back, so he’s sitting taller than I am. And he pulls me close against his body. When he pulls down the front of my dress, and my bra to release my tits, I press my nipples against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. This one says Sexual Healing. Because of course it does.
“So, you are wearing a bra,” he mutters to my tits, more than me.
“Trust me, if I wasn’t wearing a bra, you’d know for sure.”
“Guess we’ll have to test that theory out later.”
Jameson lowers his head down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and bites it. The angle isn’t great, so he doesn’t lick and suck at it for as long as he normally would. His hand covers my other breast, his palm grinding against my nipple. He switches, and licks and bites at my other breast quickly before lifting his head back up and then covering both my breasts with his hands, grinding hard against them. I like it. A lot. The grinding of his palm against my hard nipples hurts so damn good.
“I’m starting to think you’d be happy to ride this dick all night, babe.”
“You’re only starting to think that? You should pay more attention, kid.”
“I bet you come before I do,” Jameson challenges.
When he tries to slide one hand down to my clit, I slap it away.
“That’s cheating.”
“Since when?”
“Since you just challenged me to see who could hold out longer. If you get to rub my clit, then we’re going to have to change positions so I can shove my thumb up your ass.”
“Shit, the mouth on you, woman.”
“Do you want me to shove my thumb up your ass, kid? I bet you’d come so fucking hard for me.”
“I know I would,” Jameson mutters.
Slowly, he pushes my breasts back inside my strapless bra and pulls the front of my dress up. “I guess we’re going to see who comes first, aren’t we, Lemon?”
“I guess we are, Jameson.”
He shifts his thighs forward on the seat, moving me with him. Jameson’s hands slide down to my hips, and he presses me forward, tilting the angle of my pelvis. Then he digs his fingers into the soft flesh on my hips, slowing me down.
I’m officially no longer in control like I was while Jameson watched me fuck his dick or played with my nipples. He’s the one setting the motion and speed of how he’s fucking me. I might be on top, but he’s the one with all the power now.
“That’s it, Lemon. Slow. Grind that pussy into my dick. Grind it so hard you feel it on your clit.” Jameson pulls me forward again, so my body’s pressed tight against his, my head against his neck.
Every time he presses my hips up, he drags me back down against him, my body grinding forward against him and then out again. It’s a punishing circle of his dick so freaking deep inside me and his body grinding against my clit. He’s going to win this one, and I don’t even care.
“Come for me now, Lemon. Come for me like I know you can. Come for me like my good girl.”
When he calls me his good girl right as he’s grinding my swollen pussy against his body, I unravel. I fall apart. I shatter for him. The only things holding me together are Jameson’s hands on my hips, moving me against him. I buck and jerk into him, grinding down onto his dick, doing anything and everything to make this orgasm last. My pussy clamps around him trying to keep him inside me, making me feel this good forever.
Jameson pushes me over and twists us at the same time while I’m still coming, so I’m lying across the bench seat on my back and he’s on top of me, and still inside me. Our legs are bent and tangled together in the footwell. He presses into me in deep, grinding strokes while I pant.
