The next two weeks turned us into addicts. We couldn’t stay away from each other. Every stolen second made the hunger worse. Ethan became my secret drug, and I became his.
Monday after class, the parking lot was almost empty. I climbed into his car before anyone could notice. The second the doors shut, he pulled me across the seat and kissed me hard. His hand shoved under my skirt, fingers sliding straight into my already wet p***y.
“Missed this tight little cunt,” he growled against my mouth.
I moaned and rocked on his fingers. The windows started fogging up fast. He pulled his c**k out—thick and hard—and I straddled him right there in the driver’s seat. No time for slow. I sank down on him in one go, gasping at how full he made me. We f****d like animals, my t**s bouncing in his face
