I shivered at the familiar touch, and my core started to clench in anticipation.

“Okay,” I said quickly, plugging my seatbelt in and squeezing my legs shut tightly to circumvent the need that was slowly starting to course through me.

Nausea completely forgotten now that I could only think about how his cock would feel inside my…Nikki! Control yourself!

I was a walking horny machine.

At any given time of the day or night, I was ready to go.

So horny, in fact, that I now masturbated in the shower to thoughts of Michael when he wasn’t there to take care of me.

“What are you thinking about?” Michael asked, the look on his face comically knowing.

“Nothing.” I muttered, trying my best to make the whole horny feeling go away.

But it wasn’t of any use.

It was there to stay, and would be until either he, or I, took care of it.

Jesus, I was becoming such a slut puppy!

We’d driven about two miles and were just turning onto a dirt road when he suddenly pulled off into a corpse of trees, the truck bouncing awkwardly on the grass and gravel before he rocked to a stop.

“Michael!” I gasped.

Then I was being pulled across the seat, dragged into his lap until I was facing the windshield.

I could feel the hard column of his cock digging into my ass, and I squirmed in excitement.

“Do you know,” he murmured against my neck, “What it’s like to see you like this?”

I shook my head and arched my body when he started to move his fingers from my hips, up my rib cage, to come to a stop at my distended nipples.

Nipples that had become so sensitive lately that I could barely breathe when he touched them.

Even the minutest of touches had me soaring in seconds.

“N-no,” I said, gasping for breath.

He growled against my neck.

“I can always tell,” he told me. “I could tell two years ago, and I can still tell now. You have a tell, baby.”

I moaned when his mouth moved up the column of my neck to dip his tongue slightly into my ear before licking around the outer shell.

“A tell?” I asked breathlessly.

My eyes closed as his other hand went down until he reached the hem of my skirt and slowly started to work it up.

It wasn’t long before my ass was bared, and he noticed I wasn’t wearing panties.

“You rub your legs together and flip your hair from side to side. Your nipples get hard, and your eyes start to dilate,” he informed me, moving his hand until his fingers zeroed in on my pussy.

Three fingers coasted through the lips of my sex and immediately found purchase inside me.

“So wet for me, too,” he growled.

I nodded, lifting my hands to play with my other breast.

“Yeah, all of it’s for you,” I told him honestly. “All I can think about is having you inside of me.”

He chuckled against my neck. “Do you know what it’s like to have a boner in the same room as your woman’s brother? It’s not fuckin’ easy, and it happens all the time with all the dirty texts you send me day in and day out.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that,” I lied.

He snorted at my lie. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”

Then his hands went to his belt behind my back, and I felt his belt being released from its clasp, and his pants pulled down over his hips.

When his cock popped free of its confines, it rubbed deliciously against the cheeks of my ass before he said, “Sit up.”

I nodded, lifting up until he could position himself at my entrance.

Then he pulled me down, filling me so swiftly and quickly that I immediately started coming.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but even the idea of him taking me so roughly had me seeing stars.

“So fuckin’ responsive,” he growled as he took my hips and started roughly pulling me down on him.

I made a keening noise in my throat in agreement, and he laughed.

“Lean forward so I can watch you taking me. Hold onto the steering wheel,” he ordered me.

I did, leaning forward until my breasts were pressed up against the horn and swiftly picked up the pace again, working fast to bring him to release.

“So perfect,” he whispered, running his hands over the expanse of my ass.

I moaned again.

“Yeah, you fill me so good,” I said, slapping my ass against his thighs, taking his big dick as far as I could get him.

His hand ran up the length of my spine to settle on my shoulder, then slammed me down using the purchase he had, urging me to go faster and faster.

On one particular thrust he started to come.

I felt his belly tighten, then his cock started to jump as he shot his release into my waiting channel.

And that was all I needed, once again, to come.

My eyes crossed, and I threw my head back.

Michael fisted my hair as it tickled his belly, holding me steady with it when I finally came down from the high he’d just delivered to me.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered fiercely.

I smiled and leaned back until my back rested against his front.

He wrapped both hands around me and buried his face into my neck.

“You’re killing me lately,” he whispered laughingly.

I snorted.

“I can’t help it. That’s all I think about. Your cock,” I teased.

He chuckled and leaned forward to grab the stack of napkins we’d gotten from Chick-Fil-A the night before.

Handing half to me, I placed it on the front of my vagina while he took the back, doing his best to catch the come that started to leak from my pussy the moment it was free of his cock.

I fell to my side in the passenger seat and did my best to clean myself of his come before retaking my seat.

He’d already tossed his napkins in the little bag hanging from his steering column.

“Here,” I said, offering the soiled napkins to him.

He gave me a ‘yeah right’ look and took the bag off his steering column, offering it to me. “There.”

I smiled and shoved the napkins into the bag before handing it back to him.

He took it reluctantly and replaced it before starting the truck up once more and backing out of the makeshift driveway.

“We’re going to be late,” I told him.

He tossed me a look. “We’re not going to be late. You can’t be late to somethin’ like this.”

Instead of answering, I stayed silent and watched the trees pass by, my nausea starting to return now that the horniness wasn’t there to overwhelm the nausea.

“You can be late to something like this if your sister’s been sitting in the driveway for the last hour waiting on us to get there,” I retorted.

He rolled his eyes, not that I could tell that he’d done so.

I, at least, heard the derision in his tone.

“My sister can wait as long as it takes, seeing as I told her not to buy the house in the first place because it was in a flood zone. Then I told her not to wait on getting a driveway because if she did, the whole thing would flood and she’d tear up her yard. Then when she didn’t get the driveway, I told her to get a four wheel drive. Do you know what she got? A two wheel drive Jeep. Who the fuck gets a two wheel drive Jeep?”

I could tell that he really wanted to know, and I didn’t have an answer for him.

The answer was: nobody.

What was the point of a Jeep if it didn’t have four wheel drive?

Not that I’d side with him.

Women needed to side with each other, otherwise men would take over the world.

Or, at least, Michael would get a fat head thinking he was always right.

“She lives out in the boonies, too, which means it’s a drive from wherever I’m at,” he told me as he turned down a dirt road. “And it’s a fixer upper, so I’m there every other weekend, it seems like.”

He wasn’t there every other weekend, which I told him.

“You’re not there every other weekend. Because you’ve been with me for a month now, and I’ve never met her, and you spend your weekends with me,” I told him dryly.