Chapter 145 Suck Daddy's Cock In The Truck

• The house had finally gone quiet around one in the morning. Dad’s snoring rumbled through the walls like distant thunder, Mom had turned off the hallway light hours ago, and the last of the party stragglers had stumbled to their cars. I waited another twenty minutes just to be sure, heart hammering so loud I swore it would wake the whole street. Then I slipped out of bed in nothing but the same yellow sundress from earlier—no bra, no panties, skin still tingling from where Jake had wiped his fingers on my thigh like I was already his property.
• I crept down the stairs barefoot, avoiding the creaky third step, and eased the back door open just enough to slide through. The night air hit me cool and sharp against my overheated skin. My nipples pebbled instantly under the thin cotton. Between my legs I was still soaked—had been since the garage, a slow, constant drip that made every step feel obscene. I could smell myself on the breeze, musky and needy, and it only made me wetter.
• His black truck was parked down the street like he promised, lights off, engine silent. I hurried across the lawn, grass damp under my feet, dress fluttering against my thighs. When I reached the passenger side he leaned over and popped the door open before I even touched the handle.