I wasn’t aware of him turning us until I felt my back suddenly pressed against the Mercedes and his tall frame blocked the sun behind him. “I want my dick in your mouth,” he said without breaking the kiss. “Okay.” I was even more breathless than before as butterflies erupted in my stomach. It didn’t matter that we were exposed, out in the open, where anyone could see. I was going to let Owen Rashaad Wray do whatever he wanted to me.
