Ava Rose Johnson Coming Home

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to have to work on my tan before I head home.
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Imagining her stretched out on the grass in his backyard, wearing nothing but a tiny bikini, he bit back
a groan. I m sure that ll be possible, he said stiffly, giving her a hand up into the truck and trying to resist
peeking up her dress.
He drove along Main Street and turned right for the road leading out of town. There s some scenery
up here you might want to see, he told her.
The only scenery I need is sitting right here in this truck.
He laughed at her outrageous flirtation. I ve never come across a girl like you before, sweetheart.
Oh no? She sounded genuinely surprised at this. Am I really so bad?
Bad? I didn t say bad. He glanced down and watched her hand slide over his thigh. Not bad at all,
he finished thickly.
He took a left turn on the main road, turning onto what was basically a dirt track. He followed it, his
dick hardening with every stroke of Jessica s hand. Her fingers curled between his thighs, the long nails
dangerously close to grazing his erection. He gripped the wheel and focused on not crashing into a tree.
The dirt track led to a dusty clearing, a make-out spot he and his friends had made use of as teenagers.
He pulled the truck to a stop in the middle and got out.
Wow, Jessica whispered, shielding her eyes with her hand as she stepped toward the edge of the
clearing. Behind them stood bushes and trees. In front of them the land dipped in a deep canyon. There had
to be at least a mile between them and the other side. A narrow creek, blue as the sky, trickled between the
rocks along the bottom of the canyon. The water shimmered beneath the sun, creating a jeweled effect that
could blind.
That s amazing, Jessica said, stepping closer to the edge where the land began a dangerously steep
decline. She turned to him, a mixture of awe and desire darkening her eyes. You boys have it good out
here.
We sure do. He leaned back against the hood of his truck and watched her. While she admired the
rugged beauty of their surroundings, he admired the curve of her fine ass, her shapely legs and her slim
ankles. She turned, smiling wickedly when she caught him staring.
She approached him slowly with the slinky moves of a coyote. The subtle sway of her slender hips
captivated him. As she closed in, the spicy scent of her perfume coiled around him. Seduction personified.
So close to him he could feel her breath on his neck, she lifted her face and pressed a kiss to his jaw.
He gritted his teeth, blood pounding in his veins. Her arms slipped around his body trapping him against
the Chevrolet.
I really like your truck, she said, her tone low and sexy. Every time we drove over a pothole or
uneven road the whole seat vibrated. She pressed up against him so their bodies aligned. The slight hitch
of her breath told him she was aware of his erection.
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She hooked one of her legs around his waist, supporting her knee on the front grate of the truck. Then,
in one slow move, she dragged her crotch along his dick. He sucked in a breath and held it as she repeated
the action. He held her to him, pressing his palm into the small of her back, urging her to do it again.
Murmuring her approval, she started to ride him, rubbing her pussy against him. She gave a tiny
moan, obviously finding the right friction, and then she abruptly stumbled back.
You know what? she asked, slightly out of breath. We could do the foreplay thing, but I don t want
to hang around. Hooking her fingers beneath the straps of her sundress, she pulled them down over her
shoulders. The light material pooled around her ankles, leaving her naked except for a tiny white thong.
Brett s cock leaped in excitement as he drank in the dark berry nipples standing out like chocolate
centers on each of her small, creamy breasts. He licked his lips and then dropped his gaze as she shimmied
out of the thong. Fuck. Her pussy was hairless, the pink skin smooth, the tiny bud of her clit peeking out.
A deep hunger roared through his body. He lunged forward and grabbed her to him, holding her
buttocks as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He swiveled and backed her up against the truck. Her
hands slid down between them and tore open his belt.
Come on, he pleaded with his jeans as the zipper refused to budge. Fuck it, come on!
The scrub of metal on metal resounded in the air as she finally got it down. The head of his cock
nudged out of the opening. She reached in and pulled him out.
Oh, you re big, she murmured, gliding her hand up and down his throbbing skin. Very big. She
shook her head and glanced up at him, pupils dilated with lust. Put it inside me, she demanded, pushing
her hand between her legs and parting the juicy lips of her pussy. Please.
No part of him wanted to resist. He bent at the knees and drove upward, spearing her flesh with his
cock. She arched against him, her cunt stretching for him. He pulled out and lunged forward again. Her
sheath fit snugly around him, hot and drenched with her cream. He set a furious pace, needing to fuck her,
to make them both scream. At the back of his mind he knew they were playing with fire. Anyone could
come along. Not only was this a make-out spot, it was part of a walking trail, it was the perfect area for a
picnic and it was a sunny day.
Dipping his head, he claimed Jessica s red lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue
wrapped around his as her nails dug into the front of his chest. He groaned into her mouth as her pussy
clenched around his cock. She was close. He could feel it in the urgency of her kiss and the bucking of her
hips.
Out of nowhere, Cade s face swam into his mind. Did he fuck her like this? Hard and fast and with
the risk of being caught?
Brett adjusted the angle of his hips, letting his cock hit Jessica differently. Her cry of pleasure,
muffled at the back of his throat, assured him he d hit the right spot, the point that made any girl melt. Did
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Cade know how to reach that pillowed zone? Could he make her writhe like this, naked and sweating
beneath the sun? Brett didn t understand why, but he ached to know the answers. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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