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He doesn’t shift my shorts or panties to the side. He just grips the seam and rips them, leaving me completely exposed. Without a backward glance, he tosses my now destroyed bottoms into the back seat.
I cry out his name as he eases me down onto him.
“That’s my gorgeous girl. Now ride me, Princess. I need to feel you coming all over my dick.”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and fuck him hard and fast right there in the middle of the parking lot.
He reaches under my shirt and unclasps my bra with just a flick of his wrist, making me gasp.
“What, you think you’re the only one who still has tricks up their sleeve?” he says, throwing my own words back at me.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as he pushes up my bra and tank top. My nipples harden from the cool air in the car. He leans forward, flicking his tongue across the hard peak before sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck. I’m so close.”
“What do you need?”
“Harder.” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
He pulls me into a kiss so intense it makes my head spin. His hands grip my hips. I lean into it, and he digs his fingers in harder.
I hold on as tightly as I can to his shoulders as he jerks my hips, making me ride him harder and faster than my sex-drunk body is capable of doing on its own.
“I love watching your tits bounce as you ride me. We should fuck in the car more often.”
With every frantic thrust, his cock hits the place inside me that makes me see stars. I can feel my walls clenching around him, and when our eyes meet, I can tell he’s right there with me.
My whole body goes as taut as a bowstring right before it snaps.
I come screaming his name and drag him right along with me into orgasmic bliss.
He’s the first of us to recover.
Phillip kisses me softly then says, “I hate to cut this short, but I think we should probably start heading back so Wesley and Jamie don’t call out the National Guard to come looking for us.”
“You’re probably right.” I laugh.
He grabs his phone from the cupholder and grimaces. “It might already be too late.”
He turns the screen so I can see for myself.
Sure enough, there are no less than thirty unread messages in the group chat and every single one of them is a variation of “Where the hell are you?”
I’m no psychic, but I suspect there might just be a spanking in my future.
34
WESLEY
The brightness of the morning sun pierces through the glass like a searchlight, making it impossible to drift back off to sleep.
Did I not close my curtains last night?
I blink slowly and take in my surroundings.
There’s a brief moment of confusion when I realize this isn’t my bedroom or Avery’s, but it fades as soon as my brain catches up to my eyes.
Damn it, Jamie, why do you feel the need to wake up at the crack of dawn?
