Page 17 of Driving Wild

“Tell me, Red, how should I fuck you tonight?” Taking her sweet clit back into my mouth, I bite down softly as a moan comes from her. Licking and moving my finger fast, I start to feel her come apart in my mouth and let her ride out her orgasm. Pulling away, I bite the inside of her thigh. Marking her.

“Roll over, Grace. I’m gonna fuck you from behind. I can’t be gentle with you right now, and I don’t think that’s the kind of man you really want,” I say as I slap her beautiful ass while she wiggles it at me.

Looking over her shoulder, she gives me that sassy mouth that gets me so hard.

“You just going to stare at me, sir, or are you gonna fuck me?”

Lining my cock up with her, I thrust into her tight cunt, letting out a growl as I bottom out in her. Gripping her hair, I pull her toward me so that I can fuck her just how she asked for it. She wants to be my dirty girl, so that’s the game we’ll play.

Thrusting into her hard, she cries out my name, spurring me on. I smack her beautiful ass, wanting to leave a mark so that tomorrow she’ll have the reminder that I claimed her and that I’m the only one she wants.

Getting close to my release, I flip her over so that I can come all over her beautiful tits. Then she’ll know who she belongs to. Pinching her clit, she climaxes on my dick so hard I almost come, but I pull out at the last minute, sweat dripping, and my balls tighten before I’m painting her with my cum.

Once I’m empty, I sign my name on her chest, then get up from the bed, leaving her lying with my cum on her beautiful chest.

“Think you can hand me a washcloth, Cowboy? You know, since you made a mess on me,” she says with a small laugh.

Walking over to the bed, I grab her hand and lead her into the shower so this time we can clean off and get ready for bed.

After washing my cum off her and then wrapping her in a towel, we head back to the bed, and I think she might have a freak-out moment, but it never comes. She grabs one of my T-shirts, pulls the covers back, and lies down ready for bed.

Lying in bed flipping channels on the TV, I think she’s fallen asleep when she rolls over to face me.

“Matt.”

“Yes.” Answering her, I roll to face her in the bed.

“I just wanted you to know that I was so proud of you today, and the way you raced Clint, you could have easily taken him out at any point, but you didn’t. You deserved to win,” she says so softly that I wonder if she’s awake.

Bringing her close to me, I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

“Thank you. That means more to me than you could know. Some think being a clean racer isn’t the best tactic, but that’s always been my style. I think of it as if I can pass them without wrecking anyone for the win, then I deserve it. I don’t need to resort to nasty driving just to win.”

Looking up at me, her eyes are heavy, and I kiss her gently.

“Get some sleep, Grace. We have to be up shortly to catch the flight back to Charlotte,” I say, kissing her one more time before seeing her eyes close, and then her breathing evens out.

Waking up the next morning, I can’t help but have a smile on my face. Last night was unexpected but in the best way possible. Matt may have given me just what I wanted, but I gave him even more.

Getting up from the bed, I find my clothes for the flight home and get dressed. Walking into the small kitchen area to see Matt reading something on his iPad with a scowl on his face.

Grabbing a cup off the counter and fixing my coffee, I make my way over to where he sits, still with a look of disgust on his face.

“You know if you keep looking like that your face is gonna be like that permanently,” I say, sitting down across from him.

Looking up, he pushes the iPad to me so that I can see what has him scowling this early in the morning. A newspaper article that claims our marriage is a joke is trending online, and I can’t help but laugh when I read it.

“Did Matt McCall marry Grace Miller just to make a name for himself in NASCAR or is it the real deal, guess time will tell?” the headline reads.

Skimming the article—its so obviouse it’s a fluff piece, one used to get clicks on the internet. Literally none of it makes sense, and you can tell someone pulled all this from their ass.

“Matt, you have got to be kidding me. This is what’s causing that gorgeous face of yours to scowl this morning. You’re joking, right?” Pushing my coffee away, I get up to stand beside him.

Grabbing his face, I pull him to look at me.

“Cowboy, this story is nothing. Did you read it? It’s false. If you want the real one out there, then we need to tell it. When we get home, make a joint statement on our new joint Instagram page. That way, people get it from us and not from what they think they might know.”

Leaning down, I kiss him, wanting to deepen the kiss so that he can tell that my emotions are starting to come into play as we get closer. Last night changed things between us. The only problem is, am I willing to give this playboy my entire heart? Pulling away from our kiss, I look into his beautiful eyes. “Come on, we need to get to the plane before it leaves without us.”

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