Page 118 of The Puck Bunny

The way she says the words churns my blood and I step on the gas as we pull onto the highway. “I can’t wait until we get home.”

“You won’t have to,” she says.

Fuck.

She unclips her seat belt and leans forward.

“No…” I growl the word as she takes hold of my cock and then unzips my pants.

“Yes. You keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel.”

“I can’t concentrate when you’re… Fuck!”

She has my cock free from my pants and her soft hands caress me tip to base. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My hands tighten on the steering wheel and I wish to God auto-pilot was an option in this obscenely expensive piece of junk right now.

“Sara—”

“Keep your eyes on the road.” She licks my tip. “And your hands on the wheel.”

Then she sucks the head of my cock into her mouth long and hard, and it takes everything in me to stay on the road while I struggle to breathe and my hips pulse against her.

She works her mouth and hands, and I watch the road, my hands and legs tense and my heart ramming my rib cage.

“Fuck… Sara…”

Her hands pump faster, her tongue swirls, and she sucks hard.

The rumbling of my breaking point starts from deep down. My hips come off the seat and I grit my teeth with the tension of keeping control of the car and letting go of the monster explosion from my cock.

“Jesus… Sara…” I see stars and I pant and hang onto the wheel as my hands shake and the car slows down because my foot is off the gas.

I pull over to the side of the road.

She lifts her head, breathing hard and a sexy smile on her swollen wet mouth.

“Did you fucking swallow—”

“Every last drop. I want everything you have to give, Quinn. And everything I can rip from you, screaming and kicking. Every last drop.” She catches her breath, her chest heaving as she leans against me, my hands still clenching the steering wheel.

I’m mesmerized by her stare, her mouth and her words.

Then I throw the car into park and wrap her in my arms. “You are crazy—if you think I wouldn’t give you everything I have, everything I never knew I had.”

“And you have me. All of me. The awkward, the loving, the loyal, the shy, and the crazy sex-tiger you’ve brought out in me…”

I laugh. “I don’t even know what part of you I love best. Fuck, all of it. Every crazy, awkward, sexy, sweet part.” My mouth takes hers in a deep kiss, the kind where I feel like I can touch her soul, where my lips mold to hers and our tongues fight and make up and taste everywhere.

The kind that will bring my dick back to full attention if I don’t stop.

Pulling away from her, I say, “We have to get home.”

“The sooner the better,” she says.

I slip my hand under her skirt, cupping her pussy over her panties and suck in a breath. “Jesus your panties are soaked.” I look at her. “Do you—”

“Not here. Take me home with you. Right away before I touch myself.”

“Fuck. Now I’m conflicted.”