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Her pussy stretches, swallowing me. So warm and wet and tight as she drives down. I know the moment my piercing butts up against where she’s aching because she catches her breath and tries to adjust. She leans back, grabbing my knees and lifting, fully on display.
I almost come right then. Her knees spread on either side of my hips, my cock halfway inside her, the rest glistening with her desire. Her back arches, putting her perfect tits in plain view as she sinks back down.
She doesn’t just move; she rides me. Bare and exposed in a way she so rarely lets herself be. Raw and untethered. So I don’t hold back either. I boldly explore her body. Kissing and biting and tasting. I pluck her nipples and tease her shoulders with my teeth, making her shiver. I brush my thumb over her clit, pulling back to read her face as I rub, flick, and tease. Slowly learning what she likes.
Harloe can fortify her walls. She can shove me out. But when I’ve got her needy and writhing on me, she’s an open book.
What this girl is doing to me is addictive.
I grab Harloe’s hips, lifting off the truck with my cock still seated inside her. I switch our positions, laying her out and standing between her legs to fuck her. Her boots dig into the backs of my thighs as her hat falls to the side, and I stop holding back.
I’m losing control, and I need to reclaim it. To fuck her until I can make sense of this. I had no intention of sticking around, but then she looks at me, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
She grips my forearms, and I grab hers, pulling her to me as I pump deep. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I don’t take it easy. I fuck her with every bit of need and frustration.
I’m so far past the point of this being casual that I’m pissed at myself for even agreeing to it. Dropping my gaze to where our bodies connect, where my bare cock slides in and out of her, I know there’s nothing else for me.
There’s no one else for me.
“You feel so good. I’m going to come.” She moans, and I lean over her, needing to be closer.
My lips find hers, and the kiss is gentle, the opposite of how I claim her body. Her blue eyes don’t leave mine as I snap my hips. She’s teetering on the edge, looking at me like I have all the answers, and god, I wish I did, but I don’t. So I offer what I do know.
“You feel so good, Harloe. So fucking perfect. The way you wrap around me, how you give yourself to me. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“Shane. I’m—”
“I know, cowgirl. Come for me.”
She opens her mouth to cry out, and I steal that scream with a kiss, dipping my tongue for a taste of her pleasure because I can’t get enough of it. Her walls clench, and she drags me over the ledge with her. My cum empties into her tight heat, and I know without a doubt that the biggest mistake of my life is going to be the day I walk out of hers.
Her hands clutch the sides of my face as we come down from the high. As if I ever will.
“You sure know how to show a girl a good time, city boy.” She smiles, and I lean in for a kiss.
“Distracted now?”
“Thoroughly.” She sighs.
When we finally catch our breath, I pull out, still fully dressed aside from my pants being undone. I tuck myself away and help Harloe clean up the mess we’ve made before slipping her dress over her head. Her hair is a mess, and her cheeks are flushed when we finally climb back into the truck.
Her phone buzzes, and she frowns.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Fine. It’s just the family group chat talking about next Sunday.”
“What’s happening next Sunday?”
Her nose scrunches. “About that… I might have mentioned I’m bringing you to family dinner.”
“Is that so?” I chuckle, and her cheeks turn red. “Meeting the family doesn’t sound very casual.”
Secretly, I love that. She can continue lying to herself all she wants, but that’s not what this is.
“You already know my family.” She rolls her eyes. “And it’s just dinner. It’s not like you’re my date to a wedding or anything. Simple family fun.”
“So much fun.” I hate that word more every fucking time she says it.
