Jaxon

F*ck.

That’s what was going through my head the moment Sara straddled me in the car.

Just f*ck.

There were no other words I could use for this situation, not when my mind was clouded with lust and my body able to feel nothing but Sara’s—the way her hips slotted perfectly against mine, her weight against me as she pressed closer.

How I got achingly hard in my pants as she rutted against me like the vixon she was. It was the kiss ...