Leighton
I can't believe I just said what I did. Telling him we can go home and he can blow his load inside of me. I've never been so brazen before, never let this part of my personality out to play. The things this man does to me should be illegal in all fifty states and the damn District of Columbia.
“Should we have gone in and said goodbye to everyone?" I ask as we drive along the backroads toward our home.
He sets the cruise, then braces his feet on the floorboard of the truck, lifting up as he pulls at the crotch of his jeans. He groans when I suspect he gets a little breathing room in the tightness of the fabric. “Trust me, the way we were all over each other in there, I'm pretty sure they understand where we've gone and why."
“Were we that bad?" I ask, embarrassed with the way I
