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Fuck, I’m going to come.
I lift her off long enough to start the truck and shift it into drive.
I feel everything at once. The cool night air coming in from the window touching my wet cock, the cotton of my pants where it has fallen heavy with arousal waiting for attention, and the heat of Charlotte’s breath as she pants.
My hand forces her head back down the second my foot touches the gas.
Her fingers touch me briefly before she swallows me whole.
And then I’m shouting into the night. A voice that would make grown men piss themselves when they hear it is now screaming out as I pump jet after jet of cum down Charlotte’s throat.
The truck keeps going, my foot pushing the gas pedal to the floor.
Pleasure races through me as the truck speeds out of the campgrounds and back onto the mostly unused dirt road that leads to my family’s cabin.
I’m still coming minutes later, and it’s the longest and most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. Yet somehow, I know it’ll be even better when I release inside her pussy, filling her with everything I have.
Once sated, I release her.
My cock leaves her with a wet pop. Strings of cum and saliva connect us as she backs away.
Charlotte glares at me, but it’s offset by the red puffiness of her lips, wet with my cum. They look well-used, and the sight makes my dick twitch and harden again already.
She harshly wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand. Angrily, she fastens her pants. At first, I think it’s because I had been too rough, but I watch as she presses her ass into the bench.
“Bad girls don’t come,” I hiss.
Her eyes drop to where my erection bobs, half hard and growing.
“You’re good.” I tell her, “Your mouth’s been fucked before.” It’s not a question, and the anger in my voice is clear.
She opens her mouth, and I tip my head, silently daring her to lie to me.
Charlotte licks her lips and then gives me a small nod.
At the confirmation, I return my focus to the road, my hands tightening on the wheel.
Movement in the truck bed catches her attention. I know the moment she sees Michael and realizes we are not alone because her fuckable mouth pops open, but with the back of his head facing us, I know she doesn’t recognize him.
“Once,” she whispers, probably wanting our conversation to stay private.
Not that it matters. Michael is my brother, so he knows everything about me. Besides, he just saw her with my cock in her mouth.
“My only boyfriend.” She sounds panicked like she needs me to understand. When I don’t speak, she continues, “We barely dated! In my first year of college for like three months. Neither of us were really into it.”
Her bottom lip disappears into her mouth, where she begins to chew it. “He didn’t even come,” she whispers even quieter.
But I hear her, and a nod is the only answer she gets.
I turn my head to her when we are a few minutes out. “Put me away,” I order, lifting my hips to show her what I mean.
Her hands are hesitant as they grip me. Gently, she pulls back the top of my pants opening. Now fully hard, Charlotte has no choice but to tuck my erection into the waistband of my boxers. It instantly fights to get back out, the tight material tenting.
I hold in a chuckle as Charlotte tries to be as gentle as she can, zipping and buttoning my pants while my fat cock tries to force its way back out.
I expect her to rush away from me when she finishes, but she doesn’t. Instead, she remains kneeling next to me, looking down at me.
“Don’t be mad,” she begs, her words hitting my mask, and then her lips press slowly and softly onto mine. Her hands are on my thigh again to brace herself more until she squeezes my cock.