Eden

“Move. Now.”

His voice is a rasp. He is still on his knees between my legs, cock thick and dark and already wet at the tip where it juts from his open slacks. My mother’s voice carries across the lot again, closer this time, calling my name like she is two rows away from finding her daughter with her new husband’s dick in her hand.

I do not think. I slide forward on the leather, grab his shoulders, and sink down onto him in one messy drop.

The stretch punches the air out of me. He is bigger than the two fingers he just had inside me and he...