The road turned rougher, and another hard bump jolted the car. My body slammed down harder onto Nick’s lap, my bare, dripping p***y grinding directly against the massive bulge of his c**k through his pants. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting the filthy moan that wanted to rip out of me. My juices had already soaked through the thin black dress, creating a hot, slippery mess between us. I could feel every thick inch of him twitching and throbbing beneath me, rock-hard and huge.
“Easy there, Hazel,” Nick murmured low in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. His hands shot to my waist, gripping me firmly to “steady” me. But his fingers dug in possessively, pulling me tighter against his erection. “Wouldn’t want you falling off my lap… or soaking me even more than you already are.”
