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He took my cock deeper, moaning his approval, encouraging me to keep thrusting up, pushing against the back of his throat.
He was so hard, the outline of his long, thick dick completely on display behind his pants. “Take it out.”
If there had been any possible way I could have reached over and taken control for him, I would have. But he followed my instructions, hand moving into the elastic waist of his pants and getting his dick out enough that he could stroke it.
“Faster,” I urged him, needing him to come with me, and needing it to be soon, because his mouth was more perfect than I remembered.
The last time he’d done this it had blown my teenage mind, but Kian at thirty was a different ball game altogether.
Fuck, I wanted to come in his mouth.
He worked his cock hard and fast, never stopping the rhythm he had on me. His free hand jerked my base at the same time, building us both higher and higher, while cars rushed around us.
The orgasm built deep inside me, a desperate need to be set free sparking to life. “Kian,” I warned.
He kept going, just like I knew he would.
I came hard, spraying cum into the back of Kian’s throat, which he swallowed down with a quiet moan. He came a second later, his dick spurting white onto his hand and lower stomach.
I pulled over onto the side of the road, the car barely rolling along, so I could watch him come with his mouth around my dick.
I wanted to kiss him. Wanted to drag him up from my lap and plant my mouth on his and claim him. His tongue, his lips, his cock, his heart. All of it.
Fuck Brooke and Harold Coker. Fuck anyone who said I couldn’t have him.
He lifted his head as the car came to a complete stop and looked around, blinking in confusion. “We stopped driving?”
“Kinda hard to drive when your mouth is on my dick and I’m trying to watch you getting off.”
Kian glanced down at the mess he’d made on himself. “Fucking hell. I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve got nothing to clean up with and…” He gazed out the window. “Where the hell are we?”
I honestly had no idea. I wasn’t even sure I’d been driving in the right direction for the past fifteen minutes or so. “I’ll find somewhere to clean up.”
A little packet of makeup remover wipes landed on the center console between us. We both glanced down at it, and then back at Rebel.
She grinned from the backseat. “You might need those, Kian. Nobody likes sticky hands.”
Kian’s cheeks actually went a bit pink. “How long have you been awake for?”
She stretched her arms over her head. “Oh my God. So long. Like, do you have any idea how hard it is to fake sleep as long as I did? I knew the two of you just needed to screw and get it out of your systems.” She patted herself on the back. “Good job, me.”
I cleared my throat. “So you saw the whole thing?”
“Saw. Heard. Got horny over it. All of the above.”
I steered the car into the nearest exit. It was marked with a sign for food, gas, and accommodation in a town called Exetere. The car GPS system complained loudly. “Please return to the route.”
I tapped a button to shut it up. “No can do.” I glanced at Kian. “Our girl said she’s horny.”
He was in the middle of cleaning himself up but he glanced over at me. “That so?”
I put my foot down on the accelerator. “Time to find a motel.”
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KARA – 1 DAY EARLIER
Dressed in a paramedic’s uniform, a beanie pulled down low over his brows, Caleb paused in the doorway. “Paramedics leaving the building,” he shouted. “I have a woman and child. Don’t shoot!”