The pressure is built between us, and surely one of us will explode. I hear his zipper pull down, and look down at his pants, his right hand helping himself out of the tight jeans.
"I just wanted a quick kiss." I laugh lightly.
"And I want to fuck you? What are we going to do about that?" He asks huskily.
I snatch the glasses off him, and my eyes can stare at his now lustful orbs freely. His daring length is pressing into me more and more; I hold onto his shoulder to steady myself. His eyes mock me along with his mouth that goes ajar like my lips. "Then fuck me." I moan out. I would never do this in any other stances, but I want him more than I've ever wanted him ever before.
My mouth widens when I look down at his length that now appears from his boxer hole. His tip is dripping of precome. I'm so glad I forced myself in a jean skirt because it's so easy for him to slide my skirt up to my stomach. My underwear is pushed to the side. "Wet, sunshine?" His voice is breathy.
"Mhmm." I bite my lip.
"What are you wet from?" His fingertip plays with my slit. I bite his neck in retaliation.
"You," I mutter.
"Only me?"
"Mhmm, please..." I beg silently into his neck.
"All you had to do was ask." He doesn't waste any more time when he slides his wet cock into my soaked pussy.
He kisses my lips once more to control my loud moan. My right-hand presses against the ceiling of the car. His hips rock harshly into mine, as I swivel my hips above. His thrusts are relentless and harsh; his hands even rougher around my thighs.
These past few times have been gentle and loving, but as of now, it's the complete opposite. Breathy moans are now loud ones in each other's mouth - his other palm presses into the base of my neck, allowing to hold pressure their slightly. The tip of his index finger presses to my chin, my lips opening wider for his inviting tongue.
My entrance begins to tighten, and I start to come harder than I have ever come before. "Oh my god." I rip at his collar of his shirt.
After a few more thrust into me, he fills me. His groans are echoing into my ears.
"You make me feel intoxicated." His mouth says lazily against my mine.
"You make feel high." I nibble at his top lip.
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Two hours later...
We're about twenty minutes away from San Fran when Jake finally talks about his uncle. "His name is Jeff; he just got engaged last spring to this young woman, Genevieve."
"How young?" I eat more of the chips that we bought at the gas station.
"11 years younger."
"Oof."
"Yup. Doesn't help; she looks even younger than her age."
"Well how old is your uncle?"
"39. My parents had Terry young." He mentions. At first, I don't get the connection, but I remember Jake told me his uncle is a twin of his father.
"What were your parent's names?" I glance at him.
He doesn't say anything at first, but then, "Ellie and James."
"How'd they meet?"
"High school." He answers shortly.
"What grade?"
