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My cock ached, tugging against my jeans, and I shifted. “You have no idea how badly I want you, Maggie Ray.”

“Let me see,” she breathed. She put her seatbelt strap behind her back, reaching for my jeans. I shifted forward in the seat, giving her access to my belt buckle.

She undid it with her pretty pink nails as I flexed my jaw, trying to focus on the road. The zipper cracked as she pulled it back, and I let out a sigh of relief as the pressure against my head eased.

The blacktop ahead was dark and empty, and my short-circuiting brain was only good for staying between the lines, feeling her hands on my cock, and counting down the time until we made it home.

Two minutes left.

I slowed at the sign for Finnigan Farms and turned down the dirt road.

Maggie’s hands moved my underwear down, exposing my cock to the warm air in the cab. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, pumping in a maddeningly slow motion. “I want your cock in my mouth,” she breathed.

“Now’s the time to beg,” I said roughly, slowing on the dirt road.

She undid her seatbelt, moving closer. “Give me that cock, Rhett Griffen. I can’t wait another second.”

“Taste it,” I ordered.

She dipped her head, hair falling around her face, and I held it back with one hand as her warm lips surrounded my head.

“That is so fucking good,” I told her, my balls already tightening. “Now, suck.”

She took my cock deeper in her mouth and sucked like the good fucking girl she was. Then she took my hand and placed it on the back of her head.

My lips formed a salacious grin. She wanted me to guide her.

I pressed against the back of her head and then pulled her hair to bring her up, over and over again on my cock as she moaned, the vibrations so fucking good I let out a string of swears as I pulled up to my house.

Parking in the driveway, I drew her head away from my cock, her lips red and wet, eyes wide. I could look at her like this all night long, but as good as her mouth had felt, I knew her pussy would be even better.

“Get in the house,” I ordered. “I want to see your ass as you’re walking inside.”

Her eyes were wide as she got out of my truck. She pulled her jersey up so I’d have a good view of her ass in the denim capris, and... damn. I bit on the crook of my index finger.

This had to be a fever dream. Something better than reality, because I’d hoped for this day for years, and now that it was here, I realized nothing I imagined had done this moment even an ounce of justice.

She glanced over her shoulder, hair swinging, and sent me a flirty smile.

I shook my head at this woman. Too good to be true.

I got out of my truck and followed her through the door. She was already walking down the hall, past the bathroom.

“Bedroom’s on the right,” I said.

She opened the door and turned on the light, looking around. I was glad I made my bed this morning. My room was pretty bare, decorated simply with clean sheets and a thin quilt on the bed. I couldn’t wait to see her naked in my sheets. It would be an image I’d never forget.

“Let me get a condom,” I said, going to my dresser. “I was tested a month ago, and I’m clean.”

I got a rubber from the drawer and turned back to her to see her arms wrapped around her middle.

My eyebrows drew together as I set the condom down and looked her over. “What’s wrong?”

She blinked quickly, eyes shining, “I’m sorry, I just...” Her lips trembled, and she covered her face.

My gut sank, and I went to her, putting my arm around her. “Don’t apologize, Mags. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to or you’re not ready. I can take you home right now. We can sit on the couch and eat cookie dough with our clothes on. Whatever you want.”

She uncovered her face, looking up, “I’m sorry, it’s just... I came in here and I can’t stop seeing that girl walking into your house like she’d done it a million times before. And I don’t want to be just another girl you’ve had in your bed.”