Page 16 of Driving Force

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to process how this could work, honestly. Why would you want me when you could have anyone on the planet? And believe me, I Googled you—

because apparently, I’m a masochistic. And let me tell you boy, was that a fun afternoon looking at those pictures—and your list is impressive with models and actresses.”

“Well, would you like me to tell you why again? Because I will,” he states. “Tinley, I’m not sure you give yourself enough credit, honestly. One,” he kisses me, “you’re smoking hot. I’ve had to jack more than normal since we met, and that’s only been a few days . You have invaded my mind something fierce. Two,” he kisses me again, “I like that you have your own opinion and want to have a career that could take you anywhere in the world. Three,” another kiss, “you intrigue me. That’s hard to find in my world when people are looking for an angle or just want to be with me so they can say they slept with a driver.” Then he kisses me senseless, taking all my worries along with it.

Shortly after sleep overtakes me, I wake up in his bed and lay staring at him, sleeping like a stage five clinger. Deciding I can’t lay in this bed anymore, I get up and throw a blanket over my naked body, heading toward the kitchen, hoping that a glass of water may settle my spinning thoughts so I can rest a little before heading back to school. That’s the problem. I’ve been so insecure with myself for so long and have finally accepted who I am. I worry that being with Ryan and seeing pictures of us together could throw all those thoughts front and center again. Looking around his beautiful home, I’m stopped in front of his wall of trophies when I feel hands snake around my middle. “Hey beautiful, what are you doing out here and not in my bed?” Ryan asks in his low, husky voice.

Falling back into his arms, I state, “Couldn’t sleep, so I came to get a drink of water and got distracted by all the trophies.” I motion to the wall. “Tell me, which of these is your favorite?”

Laughing, he says, “That’s like asking me to pick my favorite child, but if I had to, I would say The Brickyard 400. It’s one of the year’s best races, and winning that one sets you apart from other drivers.” Spinning around to face him, I find myself lost in his beautiful eyes. “Come back to bed, Tin. We only have a few more hours before I have to take you back to school, and I don’t want to miss a second.”

“I can think of a few things I want to do with you before I go.” I smile a sweet smile just as the blanket falls from my body.

“Well, Miss Cash, what did you have in mind?” he asks.

Dropping to my knees, I look up at this beautiful man, smiling as I take his throbbing dick into my mouth, loving the moans and grunts that come from him. “Pull my hair if you want, Ryan. I want you to use me. I’m not a delicate little flower like you may think. Or have you not already noticed that.” If I only have this one night with him, before I have to go back to reality then I’m going to be bad and act out of character for once. Sucking a man off is not normally my go-to, but with Ryan, I want to. Knowing it will drive him wild, I sway my hips, getting into a comfortable position to take his dick in my mouth.

“You like that, Tinley? You like when I talk dirty and I fuck your mouth?” he asks.

He hits the back of my throat with his cock, and I can tell how much he is enjoying this and that he wants this just as much. The man loves to be in control, and he unleashes the second I tell him to use me. Tears run down my cheeks, and my moans grow louder. Ryan knows what game he is playing, getting me so on edge that I won’t be able to control myself if he doesn’t finish soon.

“Play with yourself, Tin, but don’t you dare come. You do, then I will punish you. I can smell your arousal from here. I’m going to come all over those perfect tits of yours. I want you ready for me,” he says.

Running my hand between my legs, I barely touch myself and nearly come just from the slight contact. Groaning from needing a release, I insert two fingers into my pussy and pump ever so slowly because if I pick up even a small amount, I will come.

“Shit Tin, you are so good at this, fuck yes.” Ryan moans.

Pulling his beautiful cock from my mouth, he pumps it two more times and comes all over my breasts, with me staring up at him. Then he does the hottest thing I have ever seen, running his fingers through his cum and coating my lips as if to mark me as his.

“Stand up, Tinley,” Ryan commands.

Rising to my feet, I can barely stand upright. Ryan walks us to the oversized chair in the corner of the room and sits down with me standing in front of him naked and so turned on that if I don’t get off soon, I will combust.

I look down and see he is already hard again and wants me. “Do you have a condom in here?’ I ask. And like magic, he grabs one off the table in the middle of the room. “Do you just keep them in each room for all your lady friends when they come over?” I ask, wondering if I want to know that answer.

“Nope, just when a certain curvy brunette is around.” He smirks and smacks me on the ass before putting the condom on. “Tinley, RIDE ME!”

I straddle his lap, loving that he is both sweet and aggressive with me. He doesn’t care that I’m not stick-thin. In fact, I think he likes my curves.

“So tell me, Ryan, would you like me to go slow?” I ask as I take his cock until I’m full and then pull back out. “Or would you like for me to go fast?” I slam down on his cock, making both of us moan loud enough to wake the dead. Gosh, I hope his walls are soundproof, or we may get a noise complaint after this one.

“Tin, use me however you want,” he says, placing his hands behind his head, watching me as I pick up the speed, playing with my breasts as I find my pace.

Just from our little time together, I’m already picking up on things Ryan likes. He’s definitely a fan of my breasts being a little larger than the average woman’s. Have mercy on me. This man is going to ruin me for all other men. Watching him stare at me is so erotic as I ride him more, and my movements get faster; I’m getting so close to my release.

“You turn me on so much, Tinley.”

I slam my mouth on his, and he takes what he wants. As he twists my nipple, I let out an even louder moan, and he pushes up with his pelvis, hitting the spot that drives me crazy and sending me right over the edge. “Oh God, Oh God, Ryan, yes, yes, yes.”

“Yeah baby, you like that, don’t you? You like it when I take charge and make sure you come harder than anyone has ever made you come.”

“Yes, Ryan. Yes.”

Spinning me onto the couch, he rails into me a few more times, keeping my orgasm going until he cries my name, finding his release. Sitting on this couch, he kisses both of my breasts as I come down from the orgasm and stare at him for a few moments. I could do this with him; we could. The media may not like me, but who cares? If this man will take a chance and wants me, then heart be damned, I will try.

“Yes,” I say.

Ryan looks up at me. Laughing at my statement, he says, “Yes?”

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