Page 106 of Wild Thing
The warning of the oncoming truck did nothing to stop her.
She kept sucking, settling into a deep rhythm, her dark head bouncing up and down in my lap as she took all of me in her warm and wet mouth.
As the truck approached, I concentrated on gripping the wheel with both hands.
I caught the driver's eye and found him to be grinning at me with approval, tooting his horn five times in celebration.
I needed to focus on keeping the car on the road, but she was slurping and sucking so eagerly, I could barely see.
Speeding down the highway, my dick in my dream girl’s mouth, I was blinded by ecstasy.
I white knuckled the steering wheel as she pumped her tongue up and down my dick, diving onto it again and again. She put her whole body into worshiping my cock.
I tightened, before I lost all control and pulsated, releasing deep down her throat.
She swallowed every last drop of me.
“Fuck,” I finally managed to say. She held my dick in her mouth as I came down from my high.
Slowly sliding her mouth off me, she lifted her golden caramel eyes up to me. Eye makeup was running down her face from choking herself on my cock.
My girl was all the colors of the rainbow.
Licking her lips, she sat back in her chair, and fastened her dress back in place. No words were needed as I grabbed her hand and held it tight over the center console where her panties lay.
She probably felt exhausted, while I felt invincible.
We drove in silence for the next few minutes, the sound of Bush's 'Comedown' dancing through the fresh, seaside air.
The music suddenly stopped and was replaced with harsh ringing.
A name flashed on the screen.
ALLY
Shit.Why was she calling me?
I looked sideways at Dylan. Her megawatt smile had fallen from her face as reality kicked in.
The phone continued to ring before she said, “You gonna answer that?”
"No." I pressed the red button, declining it.
I couldn’t risk talking to Ally while Dylan sat next to me. It wasn’t fair to both women. Besides, who knew what Ally might say? I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Fuck," Dylan said, ashamed. "We’re assholes aren’t we.”
Dylan was watching me, waiting for me to agree with her. On paper, yeah, we definitely were. We were lying, cheating assholes.
I kept my eyes on the road.
“No.” I lied.
“Why wouldn’t you answer it?”
Fuck, what was with all the questions?
“I just don’t think it’s appropriate to answer it in front of you. I’ll ring her back later.”
