Page 62 of Miss Behaved
Monica lets out a tiny gasp, and it makes my dick twitch at the thought of hearing more noises like that. Suddenly, I’m not sure why I insisted on an adventure so far from the hotel, because the drive back is endless.
I need to get her in my bed as quick as humanly possible.
Or—
I take a hard left down a small dirt road and drive it until we’re far enough from the main highway that no one will notice. It’s quiet, miles out of the center of the city, and the sun is already well below the horizon. I turn off the car and cut the lights, thankful that I rented a truck with a bucket seat.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Monica narrows her eyes.
I look down to where her hand is grinding against my dick. “I could ask you the same thing.”
She unbuckles her seat belt and leans in, working my cock in her palm while I take her in a deep kiss. My hands tangle in her curls, and she tastes like cinnamon. Her fingers work my zipper, sliding it down and tugging my pants along with it. My cock slaps against my abs once it’s free of my jeans, and Monica takes in my hard length with heat in her eyes.
I reach for the bottom of her shirt, but she stops me.
“Not yet,” she says with a devious smile, climbing up to kneel on the seat beside me. She licks her bottom lip, and my dick starts to throb with anticipation. Her hand grabs the base of my cock, and a bead glistens on the tip.
I wrap my hands into her hair and pull her in for a kiss, tugging her chest against mine. Feeling her hard nipples through her thin shirt, I drag her bottom lip between my teeth, and her moan shoots straight to my cock.
When she pulls her mouth away, there’s mischief in her eyes. She lowers down and places a wet kiss on the head of my dick, sending an electric shock through my legs. I rake my hands through her hair to pull it off her face, holding her curls in a firm fist at the back of her head. But I don’t guide her. I wait as she slowly slides her tongue down my hard shaft and hums with my dick pressed against the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Mon.” I let out a guttural moan.
She drags her flat tongue back up to the tip and wraps her warm lips around me, sliding me in again, inch by mind-numbing inch. Taking me deep, moaning when I’m buried in her mouth, pressure building in the base of my spine. She pulls back out with a swirl of her tongue along the head, and then she sucks me in once more, this time relaxing her throat to take me deeper.
My hips instinctively want to thrust upward, and I have to force them down so I don’t drive too far.
“Mon.” I barely get her name out.
She quickens her pace, hollowing out her cheeks and swallowing me as far as she can, and as much as I want to let her keep going until I’m spilling down her throat, I need to be inside her.
I guide her off of me, and her lips pop at their release of my dick. That alone almost sends me over the edge.
“I wasn’t done,” she says with a disappointed frown.
I wrap my hand over her jaw and make her look me in the eyes. “I’m not coming unless it’s with your pussy strangling my dick.”
Monica’s brown eyes widen, dilated and nearly black with desire. She undoes the button on her jeans and slides them off without breaking my stare, climbing across the seat to straddle me.
Her hips move in desperate circles on my lap as her wetness soaks through the thin lace of her underwear.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I tell her.
“If you’re crazy, then I should be committed.” She leans in to plant a kiss on my neck. “Sex in a car on the side of the road. We could get arrested.”
I slide my hands up her shirt and toss it to the side, quickly unclasping her bra to get a handful of her soft tits.
“Worth it,” I tell her, pinching the tight nipples between my fingers and tugging. Monica’s body arches back in response, hitting the horn.
“I thought you didn’t want the extra attention?”
Her moans turn to laughter as she falls against my chest. I could stay here like this, her in my arms, wild with desire, on the edge of losing her sanity over the way I touch her. I could hold her and listen to her laugh, her moans, her gasps. Let them resuscitate the parts of myself that are barely breathing.
I could stay like this forever.
She realizes I’ve stilled, and she looks up at me with scrunched eyes. “You okay?” she whispers.
I run my hands over her jaw and hold the sides of her face.
