We stepped out of the courthouse and made our way to the parking lot, where Julie's car was parked.
The car door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the parking lot, sealing us in our own private world of heat and hunger.
Julie slid into the driver's seat, her thighs pressing together as if trying to ease the ache I'd spent all day stoking. But the moment I settled into the passenger seat, that fragile control she'd been clinging to shattered.
With a feral growl, she lunged at me, her lips crashing against mine in a kiss so hungry it stole my breath. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, demanding, taking, as she climbed over the center console with predatory grace.
The leather seat creaked beneath us as she straddled my lap, her skirt riding up to reveal the glistening, bare flesh of her pussy, already dripping for me.
