Page 20 of Tempting the Player (Gamble Brothers 2)

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Drake

Holy shit.

So tight.

I know she’s wet because it’s so easy to thrust in and out of her, the heat dripping onto my thigh a telltale sign that Daisy isn’t as pure as her name implies.

Fuck I love truck sex.

Why have I never boned in here before?

So tight.

So wet.

Ohmygod she feels good.

This dick is hers to fuck with.

I get to bang her whenever she’s horny—this pussy is mine.

Not romantic, you asshole, she’d slap you if she heard that shit come out of your mouth.

Yeah—and you’d like it.

Her tits are in front of my face, bouncing as she bounces on me, working my cock as if we’ve fucked a hundred times, squeezing the shit out of it, making my balls tingle.

There’s barely room for her to sit up straight but she does, leaning back a fraction, arm going behind her, fingers gripping my nu—

“Oh fuck, don’t do that.”

“Why not?” she moans, palming my balls in her hands, fingernail scratching at the base.

Oh fuck…

Oh fuck…

“Coz. It’ll make me c-come.”

Goddamn do I wanna.

It’s gonna feel good, too, I can tell already this one is going to have me walking sideways and trembling for an hour afterward.

Daisy doesn’t listen.

Daisy continues cupping my nuts and riding me hard—like one of them stallions at the rodeo out of towners always wanna go to when they come to visit us in Texas. Daisy is a vixen that came out of nowhere; that had been right under my nose—okay, right under my brother’s nose—the whole time and no one noticed.

Sexy as fuck.

Mouthy as hell.

Mine.

“Daisy,” I whisper. Can barely get the words out, my brain barely works, my entire body being controlled by her. She’s using my cock like a joystick and I’m enjoying every second of it.

Swear to god the truck is rocking, hell if it ain’t.