Page 105 of Wild Thing
Thankfully, there were no other cars around. Even if there was, she wouldn't have cared.
This is when I loved her the most. When she was at her freest, most craziest. A beautiful, chaotic, mess. She was my wild thing.
And she brought me to my fucking knees.
She put her hands in the air, the wind vortex whipping her hair up and around her beautiful face.
I reached over and grabbed one of her tits. “How the fuck am I supposed to drive when you’ve got your tits out?”
“You’ll work it out.”
I laughed as I kept one hand on the wheel, the other on her breast. Curving around a sharp bend on the coastal road, I could see a truck approaching in the distance.
“Truck ahead,” I alerted her.
She made no move to redress herself.
“Are you seriously going to sit there with your tits out while this truck drives past?”
She didn't answer me.
Not only was she going to sit there topless, but she was going to make sure the truck driver got an eyeful.
Rising up onto her knees, Dylan stretched her arms over her head and gave the truck driver the peace sign as the truck roared past, tooting its horn.
The man at the wheel looked shocked and elated all the same. We both laughed knowing how fucking crazy we would have seemed to the truck driver.
Dylan turned her body towards me. The sun was beaming down on her golden skin.
Placing her hand on my thigh, she began to rub my cock through my pants. I was already semi-hard just from looking at her tits and knowing she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Unbuttoning my jeans, she slid down the zipper and pulled my dick free, dipping her head down into my lap.
My cock instantly hardened knowing she was about to drop her delicious, pouty lips onto it.
She started by placing small kittenish licks on the side of my shaft, curling her fingers around my base, before lavishing the head of my cock with her tongue.
Holy. Fuck.
As we drove down the highway, she began to give me one of the best blowjobs of my life.
Her lips were solidly wrapped around my dick, as she salivated all over me, thoroughly and enthusiastically sucking me off.
I could barely keep the car in the lane. We must have been breaking multiple road rules.
Were there rules about receiving a blow job while driving?
Who the fuck cared. Not fucking me.
In the distance, another truck approached.
It was one thing to be topless as a stranger drove past, but it was an entirely different thing to be engaged in a public sex act.
I choked out the word, “Truck."
My heart was in my throat, while my cock was buried in hers.
She pulled back slightly, running her mouth up the side of my dick. Once it was halfway in her mouth, she dove on it, deep throating me.
