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Going to see vern (your old friends with benefits) at his house and solemnly knocking on his door with tears in your eyes, arms wrapped around your stomach trying to hold yourself together. He opens the door with a glass of whiskey in his hand and tilts his head as he sees you

"Sugar? What are ya doin' here so late?"

"Can I come in?"

He leads you over to his chair and sits down, placing the whiskey on the table before looking at you and patting his lap

"Cmere, tell me what happened" He whispers pulling you into his lap. He'd listen as you shake and complain about all the men that fucked you over how this was the third date and none of the men could make you cum. Especially not like Vern does. He strokes your hair nodding along and pressing kisses to your neck while you speak

"It's just not fair Vern"

"I know it aint sugar, none of 'em can please you like I can"

He positions you so you're straddling his lap and thrusts up letting you feel how hard he is. Neither of you waist any time and before you know it you're riding his dick and already close

"Vernie-fuck 'm gonna cum"

"Me too, me too doll. Cum for me, be a real good girl"

He holds you as you shake and whimper pulling you into his chest and whispering how good you are until you finally calm down. He's so smug about being the only man that can make you cum

A/N: here you go!!

part one for anyone else who hasn't read it!

MDNI 18+

warnings: smut, age gap (reader in early twenties, vern late 30s/early 40s), power imbalance, corruption, forbidden relationship, dirty talk, degradation, praise, oral (f & m receiving), rough sex, light breathplay, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

It’d been a week.

A week of silence. Of checking your phone like a lovesick little brat. Of remembering how he sounded when he growled into your pussy. How he felt when he bent you over your daddy’s couch and claimed you like the dirty little secret you were.

And then?

Bzzz.

One text. From Vern.

“Come to mine. Now. Need to see you”

That was it. No emojis. No fluff. Just raw, unfiltered need.

You didn’t even hesitate. Picked another white dress, shorter this time. No bra, obviously. You wanted those hard nipples bouncing when you walked through his door. And no panties either. Just glossed lips, perfume dabbed behind your ears, and a heart pounding like you were marching into the lion’s den.

But baby… you were the beast.

He opened the door in sweats and a tight tee, and fuck, the man looked like sin after sunset. Hair messy, jaw sharp, veins bulging down his forearms as he leaned against the frame like he hadn’t been jerking off to the memory of your moans all damn week.

“Hey” you breathed.

He didn’t say a word. Just stared. Up. Down. Slower than a sermon. That jaw clenched. Again.

“You been ignorin’ me, Mr. Walker?” you asked, all sweet and syrupy, stepping inside like you owned the damn place.

He shut the door behind you. Locked it.

“I’ve been tryin' not to ruin you” he said gruffly “Didn’t work”

You smiled “Good”

The second you crossed that threshold, it was like a storm broke loose.

Vern grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. The kiss? Nasty. Tongue, teeth, hunger. His hands found your ass instantly, gripping and squeezing like he’d been dreaming about this exact moment and spoiler, he had.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you” he rasped into your mouth “Can’t sleep. Can’t breathe. Need more”

You dropped to your knees like a good girl who knew what she was doing.

You pulled his sweats down slow, teasing. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking. You licked your lips and wrapped one hand around it, pumping slow as your mouth closed around the tip.

He hissed through his teeth, head tilting back as you worked him, sloppy, wet, needy. You moaned around him, tongue swirling, eyes wide and innocent as your hand jerked what your mouth couldn’t take.

“Shit, sweetheart...fuck” he grunted. One hand tangled in your hair. “Y'gonna make me cum if you keep-”

But he pulled you off with a wet pop, breath ragged, chest heaving.

“Not yet” he growled “Need a taste first”

You were flat on your back before you could blink, legs spread, dress bunched around your waist.

Vern kissed down your thighs, sucked marks into your skin, and then his mouth was on your pussy. Tongue slow. Deep. Maddening. He devoured you like he was dying and you were the only cure.

His hands held you open, his beard scratched your inner thighs, and when he added two thick fingers curling into your sweet spot?

You screamed out in pleasure.

“That’s it” he murmured, voice vibrating through your clit “So fuckin’ wet for me, baby. You miss this cock?”

“Y-Yes-” you gasped, trembling “Fuck, Vern”

“Ride it” he said suddenly, standing and tugging his shirt off “Now. Wanna feel you bounce on it. Wanna watch your tits while you lose your fuckin’ mind”

You straddled him on the bed, his cock thick and hot beneath you. You sank down slow, both of you groaning at the stretch. His hands slid to your ass, squeezing hard.

“Shit baby”

You started to ride. Hips rolling, tits bouncing, nails dragging down his chest as you fucked him like you owned him.

His head dropped back “Look at you” he rasped “Takin’ this cock like you were made for it”

You clenched around him. He growled.

“I...fuck I’m close-” you cried, thighs trembling.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cream all over this cock”

You shattered, body arching, nails raking his chest as your pussy pulsed around him like a vice.

He didn’t let you recover.

With a grunt, he flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress.

“Now it's my turn”

He slammed into you hard, deep, brutal, possessive. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but enough, the other on your hip to keep you still while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You think this was over?” he snarled “Nuh uh. This pussy’s mine now”

You choked out a scream, body quaking.

“You beg me to fuck you raw and then act surprised when I don’t stop” he gritted out, rutting into you like a beast.

“I-I can’t”

“Yes you fuckin’ can” he spat “You can take it. You will take it”

He came with a snarl, hips jerking, cock buried deep as he filled you again, hot, heavy, endless.

You both collapsed in a breathless heap, bodies shaking, his cum dripping from you, soaking into his sheets.

You curled into his chest, dress a wrinkled mess around your waist.

“You still tryin’ to be a good man, Mr. Walker?”

He laughed, low and wicked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Sweetheart” he whispered, voice rough, "I think it’s a little late for that”

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Vern x Fem Reader

SMUT 18+, MDNI

Summary: You're just trying to get dinner ready, but Vern is hungry for something other then your cooking.

Warnings: passionate unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, dirty talk, slight dumbification, swearing, pervy Vern

Other: established relationship, no use of Y/N

Author's note: i think i blacked out while writing this. This is some dirty ass shit yall

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The early November evening had fallen upon your small cabin in the woods that you shared with your lover. The outside was blanketed in darkness and bitter cold, but inside it was warm and inviting.

Vern was just about ready to come inside after chopping more wood for the fireplace, meanwhile, you had started prepping dinner in your cozy little kitchen. Once you were certain that everything was prepped, you pulled off your apron and headed for the bathroom.

"I'll just take a quick shower while the oven is preheating," you thought to yourself. You stepped inside the bathroom and proceeded to strip away all of your clothing, leaving you completely bare. You were about to turn on the shower faucet when a thought crossed your mind.

You realized you forgot to cut and season the potatoes that were supposed to go with the steak you were preparing. With a half frustrated sigh, you grabbed your bathrobe and covered yourself up, tying the strings securely around your waist. You knew dinner would be ready faster if you prepped the potatoes now instead of waiting till after your shower.

You sauntered back into the kitchen and started cutting the potatoes. It wasn't long until you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by boots on the hardwood floor.

Vern whistled an undistinguishable melody as he set down the freshly chopped wood over by the fireplace. When he walked into the kitchen, you turned and offered him a welcoming grin. His whistling died out when his lidded gaze landed on you in your bathrobe.

"Hi hun. I'm just cutting these potatoes real quick, then I'm gonna hop in the shower," you said sweetly, turning your attention back to the cutting board. Your concentration on the task at hand left you completely oblivious to the way Vern was eyeing you like a hungry wolf to an unsuspecting lamb.

Vern walked up behind you and placed his large hands on your hips, his mouth immediately finding your neck. You giggled once you felt his lips on your skin, your back instinctively arching into him. He smelt heavy of cedar and sweat from a long days work. It was a smell that you have come to associate with him and him alone.

"Vern, stop that, I'm busy," you whined through a smile on your lips. Vern hummed in response as he pulled aside the collar of your robe, exposing your shoulder to him.

"Now how do you expect me to behave when I know you got nothin' on under this?" Vern rasped, his mouth peppering your shoulder with lingering kisses. He then hiked the hem of your robe up to your waist, exposing your bare ass.

"Mmm look at that," he mumbled before giving your ass a sharp smack, causing you to yelp upon contact. You put down the knife and whipped around to face him. "Vern," you griped, "I told you, I'm busy." You tried to be stern with him, but the growing heat between your legs was betraying you.

Vern's gaze was dark as he pulled you close to him, his hands groping and squeezing your ass greedily under your robe. "Darlin' you don't need to be doin' all that. I got my dinner right here." He untied the strings of your bathrobe with one hand and it fell to the kitchen floor softly.

You gasped when Vern cupped your jaw and brought you in for a passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He picked you up by the back of your thighs and carried you over to the kitchen table, setting you down on its distressed wood.

Vern brought one hand up to knead one of your breasts while the other hand reached down to gather your pooling slick on his fingers. You let out a drawled out moan when he started circling your clit, your hips bucking into his hand.

"Such a pretty little thing," Vern growled, his finger on your clit picking up speed. "You want me to ruin you right here on this table, sugar?" You nodded without hesitation, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Vern chuckled seductively, removing his hand from your cunt and licking his glistening fingers clean.

"I'm gonna eat my dinner now," Vern said while parting your legs wider and lowering himself down to your dripping heat. You peered down at him as he parted your folds with his fingers.

"Wait, if you're gonna do that I should probably shower fir-"

"No," He interrupted, "I wanna taste you, darlin', and I mean really taste you." With that said, his tongue immediately got to work. He groaned into your pussy as he lapped up your essence and sucked on your clit like it was his favorite hard candy.

His name spilled from your lips with an erotic flare as you circled your hips greedily against his mouth. Vern was always messy while eating you out. He wouldn't dare to leave a single inch of your cunt untouched by his tongue.

"Vern, if you keep going like that I'm gonna cum," you mewled. Vern took that as a challenge. He didn't let up. He kept his mouth glued to you while he listened to your moans get louder and louder.

Finally, your thighs quivered, and you came with a broken cry. Vern hummed with satisfaction as he drank in your orgasm. Once he finally had his fill, he stood up and immediately began kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Vern pulled away to unbuckle his belt. He didn't bother pulling his pants down all the way. He just pulled them down far enough to release his hard, aching cock so he could be inside you as quick as possible.

"Come here, baby doll," he rasped as he hooked his arms around your thighs and brought you closer to the edge of the table. He lined himself up with your pulsing hole and entered you in one steady thrust. You cried out at the sudden stretch and fullness, but you quickly erupted into a symphony of breathy moans when he began rocking his hips into you.

He set a deep and steady pace that hit your sweet spot with each thrust. You lulled your head back on the table and allowed your mouth the fall open. Vern brought your legs up so your ankles were draped over his shoulders, causing him to go even deeper.

"You look so fuckin' sexy like this," Vern said through gritted teeth. "I'd fuck you on this table every night if you'd let me. I'd stretch this tight little pussy out with my cock and make you scream all night."

The kitchen was filled with your high pitched moans, Vern's primal grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The potatoes you were cutting just a few minutes ago were long forgotten.

Vern heard your moans becoming louder and more drawn out, telling him you were close to your climax. He reached down and started circling your clit with his thumb, helping you inch closer to your release.

"You gonna cum for me, baby doll?" Vern asked in a husky tone. All you could do was nod, unable to form words with how good you were feeling. "Then cum on it, baby."

You shattered under him with a loud cry. You arched your back, your nails digging into the wood of the table. Vern thrusted faster when he felt your cunt clench around his cock, coaxing him closer to his own orgasm. With a mean sounding groan, he buried his cock deep and emptied himself inside of you, painting your walls with warm, sticky ropes.

You both paused for a moment, taking a few seconds to catch your breaths and come down from your respective highs. Vern then slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum leaked from your pussy onto the kitchen floor. You sat up slowly and looked at Vern with half lidded eyes and a tired smile. He cradled your head in his hands and kissed you softly, a big contrast to how he was just treating you.

"You're the best, ya know that?" Vern whispered lovingly. You giggled as you gazed into his blue eyes, your forehead pressed to his. "Right back at ya," you responded. Vern helped you off the table and told you to go take your shower while he cleaned up the mess and finished cutting the potatoes.

Prompt: Vern takes out a newspaper ad to find a wife (A/N: Saw a thing on Instagram of a guy taking out an ad in the paper for a wife and it was so Vern coded I had to do it. I left this open ended and shorter to see about making a series, if anyone likes the idea. Hope you enjoy and if you want more Vern let me know!) WARNINGS: outdated views, Vern being a caveman essentially, mentions of smut, mentions of homelessness, mentions of family/parental issues, etc. What's Playing: "Sold" ~John Michael Montgomery

"Now're you sure you wanna do this Vern? You got plenty a' chances of findin' yurself a wife if you just look hard enough." Billy watched Vern writing and formatting the text at the local newspaper office. Most people in the city would email the file directly to the company, but in this small town out in the middle of nowhere, computers were hard to come by. Besides, he always liked the old fashioned way.

"You think I can find myself a wife when half the people in this little back country hole are all kin? I don't do that cousin fuckin' shit, sure my third cousin might like real purdy when I'm desperate but there's just some lines a man won't cross y'know what I mean? We needs to get us some fresh blood in this town, and you know me with talkin' to them yuppies in the city, always ends up in a fist fight."

"That's true enough boss, but isn't this a little...extreme? Makin' an ad to find a wife?"

"Every one o' them city girls always ends up gettin' offended when I suggest comin' back with me anywhere even if it's a quick tumble in the hay. This way I know they're interested."

"Well what'chu gonna say?" Billy leans over Vern's shoulder to watch him write with the nub of a pencil.

"Simple really, I'll list all my qualities for some lucky lady." He touches the end of the pencil to his tongue before starting to write. "Thirty-two year old man seekin' a pretty woman to be his wife and live on his ranch. Must be willin' to make a few homecooked meals and tidy. No other preferences. Qualities of the man: lots of land-"

"That's a good one."

"Four shotguns, one rifle. Bought with cash. Owns a truck, and a home. No diseases, children or other women. Good loyal boy who was raised right and wants a woman to keep him company durin' the day and warm his bed at night." Vern's smirk widens at Billy's knowing giggles at the implication of his last written line. "Serious inquires only, Vern Cleary." He finishes by writing down his number. Vern slides the finished ad across the counter, pulling out a few coins with him and smiling ear to ear.

The man who ran the paper, an old soul who had been in the community for years reads over the ad before raising a brow. "You sure about this son?"

"Sure as I'll ever be sir, I've been on this green Earth too long with someone to hold close, I reckon I better fix all that. I need me a wife."

You weren't sure how long it had been since you'd stopped here in the middle of nowhere. After losing your housing and job you had nowhere else to go but to live with distant family across the country. Coming from the city the journey would take quite a few days, meaning a lot of your nights were spent in your car before you'd purchased a little tent after experiencing one too many times with a hurt back from the unforgiving seats of your car.

There was a chance your family might not even take you in, you'd never met them and since you effectively had cut off your parents they were your best option until something else came along. You'd tried to get jobs wherever you went but with no home address many businesses labelled you as "unreliable", as if incompetence had landed you in this situation.

The night was quiet after you'd set up your tent just as it was getting dark. You stayed close to the edge of the road, not wanting to take a chance in the woods unarmed figuring you could fight off a human attacker a little better than an animal one. Still the dark crept in, and you found yourself gathering wood for a fire. With the flashlight on your phone, you bunch up the newspapers you'd taken from the local shop as a fire starter. They were always cheaper than lighter fluid and if you could save even a couple pennies, you would. Two little balls of paper got nestled into the base of the wooden stack you made before an ad caught your eye.

"Opportunity for a young woman:" "Seeking a wife. Thirty-two year old man seeking a pretty woman to be his wife and live on his ranch. Must be willing to make a few homecooked meals and tidy. No other preferences. Qualities of the man: lots of land, four shotguns, one rifle. Bought with cash. Owns a truck, and a home. No diseases, children or other women. Good loyal boy who was raised right and wants a woman to keep him company during the day and warm his bed at night. " "Serious inquires only, Vern Cleary."

And a phone number was listed below. It was crazy, the dumbest thing someone could pay to put in a paper. And yet you were just as crazy for considering it. If he was serious, then it could mean a new life for you. Playing the little housewife so that you could be taken care of, not have to worry about another cent or where you were going to live or how you were going to get your next meal was insanely appealing. Besides, you doubted that he knew what a prenup was, if you did your time, you could take half of what he had and go along your separate ways. In the best case scenario, you might actually find a guy who was right for you. Either way you couldn't lose. The idea of him being a murderer crossed your mind, but there wasn't any harm in checking out the ad and the man. You'd listened to enough true crime to pinpoint behaviours of a predator, you knew how to keep yourself save. The fact of the matter was: you were desperate, and willing to try anything.

Quickly you dialed the number. After the second ring a thick Southern accent answers the phone.

"Yeah? What'chu want?"

"Is this Vern Cleary? From the ad?"

There's a long pause, like he can't believe someone actually called.

"This is Vern. What can I do for you?"

"Like I said I found your ad. And...I'd like to see about taking you up on the offer."

Again the silence stretches out, before a loud whoop comes from the other end and you hear him shout: "Billy! Boy I got myself a wife!"

You suppress a smile, the ideas of him being a murderer already seeming farfetched.

"Ahem, well missy I would be very pleased to meet you an' talk about our future, when can I come get you?"

"Why don't you tell me where you live and I'll come to you." A better chance to back out if need be.

"Well that's just fine by me darlin' I'll have you come over nice and early tomorrow mornin', sound good?"

"Sounds perfect."

He gives you the address and you type it into your Notes app.

"I can't wait to meet you missy, you're gonna make me the happiest man in the county." He makes a kissing noise into the phone like he's blowing you one before hanging up.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?"

Vern x reader (Lowlifes)

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Content: smut without plot, car sex, public ish(somebody drives by), fellatio, unprotected sex, creampie. 

Word Count: 1.5k

The low, steady hum of Vern’s truck engine fills the air as you two sit inside, watching the sun set over the horizon. Being a city girl your whole life, you’re always used to chaotic noise, even at night. So right now, you’re just enjoying the sounds of the countryside. Crickets chirping, the wind rustling the tall grass, the loons calling in the trees. The warm summer air on your skin, the smell of wildflowers and clean air. All of it almost has you feeling like you’re in a trance. 

“It’s nice, aint it?” Vern asks as you stare at the sky, beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow spread out before you. The truck is parked perpendicular to the road, allowing full view of the pretty sunset without having to crane your neck. 

“Very. Thank you for bringing me out here.” You smile at him.

“Anytime, baby.”

You’ve only been dating Vern for a few weeks, and you’re glad you gave him a chance. You’d always thought country boys were dirty rednecks who only cared about shooting things and drinking shitty beer. But you were proven wrong when your friend dragged you to a bonfire. As somebody who doesn’t drink, you were just supposed to be the designated driver. You thought, fuck it, you’ll try something new. You had the time of your life. That’s where you met Vern. He wasn’t anything like you had expected. 

His eyes lock on you, you can feel it. The kind of quiet stare that makes your skin tingle. You always hated being stared at, but somehow, it doesn’t bother you when Vern does it. You instinctively blush and turn away from him, to which he responds by gently pulling your face towards him. Giggling, you kiss him as you run your fingers through his soft hair. 

His kisses turn deeper before he pulls away. “You know, there’s nobody out here,” he says softly. 

You meet his gaze, heart pounding, lips still tingling from his kiss. The way he's looking at you, like you're the only thing that matters, makes it hard to think straight. 

Without a word, he leans in again, this time slower, more certain. His hand settles on your thigh, fingers curling slightly as his thumb brushes back and forth over your smooth skin. Sighing at the contact, you shift closer, letting your hands explore. His shoulders, the curve of his jaw, the soft strands of his hair. Every inch of him is familiar now, but it still makes your breath catch.

He murmurs your name against your mouth between kisses, his voice low and thick with want. Vern has this certain type of voice that always goes straight to your cunt, and his hands on you doesn’t help either. 

You don’t need to say anything. The look you give him says it all.

It isn't the first time that you and Vern had sex in a random spot. Yeah, a vehicle on the side of the road isn't exactly original, but just last week he had you tied to a beam in an old, abandoned barn. It was so spontaneous. You two were just out on a walk, came across the dilapidated building, said fuck it, and went for it. 

The sky is almost completely black now, apart from the millions of stars above you. Vern swiftly reaches for your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them before yanking them down your legs. 

"Decided to go commando tonight?" He inquires, noticing your lack of underwear. You blush and giggle, muttering something about “easier access” as you lean over to work on undoing his belt. Biting your lip, you slowly pull the zipper down. His cock is already hard and throbbing as you wrap your hand around it. Leaving over, you take him into your mouth, moaning at the taste of the salty precum. 

Vern groans and laces his fingers through your hair as you take him all the way down to the base, before yanking your head up. He repositions you so that you’re now laying across the bench seat of the truck. Hastily, you reach behind you to remove your black bra as Vern removes his blue jeans and boxers. 

Gripping your thighs, he spreads your legs as he moves between them, his pulsing dick resting over your clit. There isn’t a whole lot of space to move around, so he leans over you. But that’s okay, it just makes it easier for him to nibble at your neck and collarbone. You’re so wet at this point that it wouldn’t surprise you if it’s dripping onto the seat. 

“Vern, please,” you beg as he rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. Vern has a huge shit eating grin on his face, he just loves to tease you. That asshole. 

In an instant, Vern sheaths his dick inside of you. He allows a few seconds for you to adjust to his size, then starts to move. High pitched moans escape your lips as he trails his fingertips down your body, still pounding into you. As he makes contact with your clit, you throw your head back in ecstasy. Simultaneously, he leans forward to bite your throat. All of the combined sensations have you feeling like you’re going to come already. 

Just when you thought that the awkwardness of being in such a confined space has passed, and you’ve got a rhythm going, Vern pulls out suddenly. But before you can protest, his hands are firmly gripping your hips, flipping you over with ease. Your knees sink into the cushion beneath you. Your hands grip the door as you stare out the open window into the darkness. You shiver with excitement. Vern knows you love it when he takes control. 

“There you go,” Vern growls as he slides his cock back inside you. You can hear your cunt squelching each time he thrusts, slamming into your cervix repeatedly, painful pleasure racking through your body. His hand trails up your back to the nape of your neck, where he grips your hair, forcing your head back. 

“Fuck! Vern,” you scream as you slam your hips back with each thrust, wanting-- no, needing to feel every inch of him. You’re so lost in the sensation, you’re seeing stars as your whole body shakes, threatening to collapse. Your eyes open for a split second. Something way up in the distance immediately brings you back down to earth. You stop moving as Vern continues to pound into you from behind.

"Vern! Someone's coming," you gasp, noticing the twin pair of headlights on the road, way ahead, slowly growing bigger as the approaching vehicle gets closer. You attempt to lower yourself so you can’t be seen through the window, but you’re powerless under Vern’s grip. “Vern! They’re going to see us!” 

"You think I care about anybody seeing, darlin'?" Vern grunts, grabbing your hair at the nape of your neck and pulling your head up. He continues to keep the same rhythm fucking you, not seeming to give a single ounce of a fuck. 

"Vern!" you yell as he forcefully sticks your head out the open window, the cool nighttime air hitting your sweaty face. Oh God, they’re gonna see you. But suddenly, you don’t give a fuck either. 

The car passes without stopping, its occupants either not noticing or not caring. Vern slams into you harder as goosebumps appear over your bare skin, the adrenaline rush from almost being caught igniting a fire inside you. You’re close… Vern lets go of your hair as you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, the sound of both of your skin colliding creating a satisfying smack with each penetration. 

“Come for me, baby,” he moans, raking his nails down your back as your screams penetrate the black night. If the people in that car didn’t see you, they sure as fuck heard you. But the lights disappear off into the distance. 

One of your hands finds its way to your clit, rubbing in quick, tight circles as the intense orgasm flows through your veins. Your pussy grips Vern’s cock so tightly that it’s amazing that he can still move inside you. Within seconds, you feel his cock twitch inside you as he meets his own release. Vern groans your name loudly as his cum spills deep inside you.

“Fuck,” you gasp as he withdraws from you. 

The front window is so fogged up that it’s almost impossible to see outside. Vern slumps back in his seat, still catching his breath as he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He lazily presses a kiss to your temple. 

“I could totally fall asleep right now,” you sigh, beginning to feel how worn out you are from the amazing sex you just had.