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While he’s working on it, I’m already fixated on his cock, unbuckling his ridiculous belt buckle. I have it free in two seconds flat. And by the time I have my hand wrapped around the shaft, my lips sucking against his neck, I hear a “Fuck it,” and he rips my panties off. Flings them somewhere.

“Come here,” he says, nearly growls. Breathless. Wanton. And guides me over until I’m straddling him.

His mouth devours mine, his hand gripping my ass, his hips moving upward so he slides between my folds. He then groans against my lips when he feels how wet I am for him again. “God, Scarlett. The things you do to me.”

I shift, slowly lowering onto him until he’s all the way in. Forget messing with another condom. I can’t wait…

My sex contracts around him in protest, and the dull, delicious soreness makes me throw my head back with a gasp. The hedonistic blend of alcohol and hormones makes it tolerable.

He must feel my hesitancy in going too fast, so he allows me to linger there, his length swallowed whole, and his lips brush the round of my breasts. He slightly pulls the top of my dress down over my right breast and claims my nipple with his mouth. Flicks his tongue over it until it hardens.

The sensation makes me buck against him.

A rap on the window rips us violently from the moment, and I gasp again. Cross my arms over my chest.

“Shit,” Jake hisses.

A light shines into the car, and I squint past it to see a badge and a mustache. A real one.

A cop.

Double shit.

But he doesn’t look irritated, only humored. “You two need to break it up,” he says, putting his light away. He points to the sidewalk in front of us. “This is a public area. Take it to a hotel or something.”

Ugh. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but I don’t slide off of him just yet. I don’t want to flash him my lady bits.

Jake tips his hat with a knowing smirk. “Yes sir. We’ll take off now.”

The cop taps the window with his knuckle as he turns to walk away. “Don’t let me catch you back out here.” I guess a horny couple in a sports car are the least of his problems tonight.

When he’s out of sight, Jake and I look back to each other, sobered. Horrified. And barely containing our laughter.

“Oh my God,” I say, then press my lips together.

“You evil little minx,” he teases and cups my neck. Gives me a parting kiss. “You almost got us in trouble.”

I sigh as I fix my boobs and slide off him. “I’d do it again.”

He laughs and tugs his pants up. Before he can button them, I grasp his arm with a smile. “Keep them undone,” I say.

He searches my face for meaning.

“Trust me.”

And when he shifts the car into gear and pulls off, I’m climbing back over the console again, so I can keep his dick hard with my mouth.

I get no complaints from him.

We pullup to his house way too soon, and he makes a point to park in such a way that the front of the car is facing away from the windows. He’s now able to focus all his attention on how warm and wet my mouth is. How when I come up for air, I blow on the head and then run my tongue along the length of his shaft.

I swallow him whole again, knowing he’s close to climaxing because he thrusts his dick in deeper, nearly gagging me, and the steering wheel creaks as he grips it tighter. “Scarlett. You’re gonna make me come.”

That’s when I pull free and wipe my chin with a smirk, eyeing him. “Let’s go inside now.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man button his pants and jump out of the car faster.

He’s opening my door and helping me out before I can properly straighten my dress and hair. I’m sure I look like a trampy little mess.

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