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We keep doing this over and over. My hips lift as she goes down until she can’t take anymore.

My hand leaves her head, but her movements don’t stop. She needs this as much as I do.

I flex my fingers at the base of her back. My touch makes her shiver. The band of her jeans is too tight for me to sneak inside, so I dip my hand below her to pop the button open. It does the trick, and my hand slides into the back easily.

Charlotte lifts her hips, kneeling on the bench now. I don’t like it. She’s not in control, I am.

My hand slides farther in, but as I get over the curve of her cheek, the jeans restrict me once more. My hand is too large. I can’t reach her pussy, and if I go in from the front, I can’t have her positioned the way I want.

So I go for the only hole I can.

Her protest is muffled when my fingers delve into the crack of her ass. Her yelp fuels me when I shove my middle finger into her asshole.

She wiggles her hips, desperate to dislodge me. But nothing could force me to move at this moment. My thick finger is buried deep in her forbidden hole as my left hand controls her head, and the suction of her mouth on my big cock is un-fucking-believable.

Her tongue teases me when I pull her off, which earns her a punishment, and I fuck her throat harder.

Vibrations of her moans mix with her gags.

Fuck, she’s good at this. Too good.

And the realization makes me . . . fucking livid.

It’s a good thing she can’t see my face because I know it’s filled with murder.

I thrust up harder and quicker into her mouth. My right ring finger joins my middle finger when I angrily wedge it into her ass.

Her hips lift, and a muffled, “Ahhh,” rings out into the cab.

I use the grip on her ass to push her back down, her stomach pushing into her thighs.

I hold her head steady as I fuck her face and her ass, her body having no choice but to take what I’m giving.

The ring of her ass tightens, the pulsing telling me my woman is about to come. Just as her body gives its tightest squeeze and her muscles begin to shake, I pull out of her ass and shove my cock as far into her mouth as I can, holding her there.

So focused on what I’m doing, the knock on the window next to my head startles me, and I jump in my seat.

Michael stands outside with a wide grin spread across his face.

He’s finished. It’s time to go.

Reaching over, I wind the window down.

His eyes zero in on Charlotte, where she now thrashes in my lap, her fists pounding at my leg.

“You okay to drive back?” he asks.

I nod, too breathless and too wound up to talk.

“Thought for sure I’d find you out here fucking her. Decided to wait, huh?”

I don’t know how he expects me to be able to answer him with my cock lodged in my girl’s throat because I can’t, so I nod again.

My brother chuckles and slaps me on my shoulder.

“Just make sure you drive along the tracks you made coming in, okay? Just like we discussed.”

I give him a final nod just as Charlotte swallows. The muscles in her throat ripple along my thick shaft, and a groan rips out of me, my head hitting the back of the seat again.