'Tell me what you're thinking,' he said suddenly, slowing to a near stop, buried deep. His thumb brushed my cheek, surprisingly tender amid the roughness.
I hesitated, then let it spill. 'This... us. It's f****d up, but it feels right. Like I've been waiting for you to see me this way.'
His expression softened, just a fraction, before the fire returned. 'I've seen you, Shayla. Every goddamn mile, watching you twist in that seat, pushing my buttons. Your mom's gone, but we're here. And I'm not letting you go easy.' He thrust hard then, once, making me cry out, then resumed the languid rhythm.
'Now c*m for me again. Squeeze that tight heat around my dick.'
I did, chasing the edge with him, our bodies syncing in a dance that built and built. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my
