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“Thank fuck for that, I really want to feel you without a barrier between us.”

I watched as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. My core clenched as he notched the tip at my entrance. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he crooned, as he slowly pushed inside me, one delicious inch at a time.

The granite was hard against my heated skin but I was beyond caring. My entire focus was on the way Harley’s cock stretched me wide as he slid in and out of my pussy. It was torturous, exquisite, and perfect. My thighs gripped his waist, holding him firmly in place. God, he was gorgeous. I watched as his sculpted abs flexed with every thrust, his golden skin glowing in the soft light of the kitchen. I could come from this alone, no additional stimulation needed. But Harley wasn’t a selfish lover by any means. My pleasure was his pleasure.

He reached down to rub my clit with his thumb, dragging the moisture pooling where we joined up to lubricate my swollen little bundle of nerves.

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice thick with desire, “I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”

My body responded instantly and the minute he pressed my clit a bit harder, I convulsed all over again, my pussy rippling around his dick. I gasped and cried out, almost blacking out for a moment with the intensity of my release.

My orgasm triggered his and I felt him tense up and then release a hot stream of cum deep inside me. He groaned with pleasure as his orgasm swept over him before collapsing over me.

Our combined fluids tricked out as his cock softened and I grimaced.

“The downside of not using a condom is that it’s messy as fuck,” I commented, and he laughed.

“Nothing a shower won’t fix, sweetheart. Then bed, so I can ravish you all over again.”

Chapter 53

Stella

The radio was playing a dance track when I realized Harley was looking in the rearview mirror rather than paying attention to the road ahead.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, twisting my head around to see what had captured his attention.

“See that SUV? It’s been tailgating us for the last 10 miles or so. I slow down, it slows down. I speed up, it speeds up.”

“Maybe it’s a reporter?” Given the interest in me right now, it seemed the most likely explanation.

“It could be, but something feels off.”

The road meandered through the thick forest, creating a sense of isolation from the real world. College was less than 15 miles away and for the first time since Harley spirited me away yesterday, I was keen to get back. I could feel the tension radiating from him as he maneuvered the small car around hairpin bends, accelerating hard along the straights to try and lose our tail.

It wasn’t working. The black SUV stuck like glue to our bumper. I kept looking back but whoever was driving the car was hidden by shadows and reflections on the windscreen. Harley’s anxiety was rubbing off on me.

“This guy isn’t messing around,” he muttered as he threw the car around a particularly sharp bend. I gripped the side of my seat, not enjoying the ride at all. Harley was a good driver, but I had always been a nervous passenger and the speed we were traveling at was making my stomach churn.

“Harley, can you slow down a bit,” I pleaded. “Otherwise, I’ll puke, and nobody wants that.”

He briefly took his eye off the road and grimaced. “Try and hang on, sweetheart, I’d rather not slow down. We’re nearly back at the campus. Five more miles to go.”

I closed my eyes. Maybe if I pretended this was a rollercoaster, everything would be fine? I didn’t like those either, but at least they were safe. Kind of. I was not an adrenaline junkie. I much preferred being at home with a good book to zipping around at high speed, facing certain death.

“Fuck,” Harley yelled just as something hit the back of our car. I didn’t have a chance to react to what was happening. The impact sent us careening off the road, down a bank, and into the trees. Everything happened in slow motion. My eyes registered the way the light flickered through the canopy. I heard distant screaming, then realized it was me.

The car shuddered when it hit a tree. I felt the force of it ricochet through my bones. Everything crunched, the airbag snapped open, cushioning my face. For a moment, there was absolute silence. No bird song, nothing. Then reality crashed back through my consciousness. Someone shook my arm. I tried to move, but my whole body ached.

Had I broken anything? I didn’t think so, although my back hurt and I was pretty sure I’d have a monstrous headache very soon.

“Stella! Are you OK?”

I forced my head to turn toward Harley. His hazel eyes scanned my face and body. Blood trickled down the side of his face. “You’re hurt.” My voice sounded odd, distant, like we were enveloped in a thick fog.

“Nothing serious,” he reassured me. “We need to get out of the car, can you move?” He reached over and unclipped me. I wiggled my toes. Everything worked. It was just my head and back that ached. Given the speed we’d been traveling at, it was lucky we weren’t dead. Thank the Lord for air bags and modern auto technology.

This car was cute-as-fuck, or at least it was before we hit the tree, but it also had the latest safety features. Without them, we’d be in much worse shape.

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