Chapter 111 Hot Ride (3)

The Mustang was a fucking sauna, our breaths steaming up the windows, trapping us in a haze of lust. Chris’s hands were all over me, his lips brushing my collarbone, and I was shaking with need, my pussy throbbing for him. I wanted him—needed him—buried deep, and I wasn’t about to play coy. “Chris,” I said, my voice raw, dripping with want. I shifted in his lap, yanking at my sundress, already bunched around my waist. My fingers hooked into my panties, and I ripped them down, tossing them to the floorboard with the dress’s lower half. The leather seat was cool against my bare ass, but my body was on fire, screaming for his dick.