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A breathy gasp escaped her pink lips, and I knew I was done for. This wasn’t how I had imagined ever taking her. In the backseat of a town car, the windows darkened so nobody, including the driver, could see inside.

It took me only a moment before I was undoing my shorts, pulling them apart to free my cock, and rolling on a condom from my wallet. Letting her take control as she ground over it, sending waves of need through my body. I was desperate to feel her wet, tight pussy pulse around my length, feel how perfect a fit she was for me, stretching out to take my size.

I closed my eyes as she moved those perfect hips again, a wet patch through her lace underwear telling me how ready she was for me.

The only noise was the breathy, quiet moans of torment, the shared need between us overwhelming. She tilted to the side, her hand going to her centre and shifting the lace to the side. She pushed up on her knees, lining us up before she pressed down onto my cock.

Our heads buried into each other’s opposite shoulders, trying to stifle our groans of pleasure. I felt her teeth on my throat, biting the sensitive skin as her pussy slid down my shaft. So wet and perfect, she felt like heaven, pleasure gliding down every inch as she lowered down, impressively taking the entire length until she bottomed out.

Her hands clung around my neck, her fingers pressing in through the cotton of my T-shirt as she hissed slightly at the pressure. I could hardly string a sentence together, the pressure of the tight grip she had around my cock driving all sense from my brain.

‘Don’t move,’ she begged, staying still for a moment. ‘I need a moment.’

‘Take your time. I love feeling you stretch to take me.’ I smiled, kissing the top of her head gently, overwhelmed myself by the feel of her so tight around my length. My body pulled at me, begging as the basic instinct threatened, knowing the pleasure that it gave. But even remaining still inside of her was enough to take me to the edge. Her hips moved, slowly at first, but the indulgence was all the same. The slow grind of her cunt felt like nothing else on this earth.

‘Look at me,’ I commanded as my hand gripped at the top of her ponytail. She had begun to speed up, riding me hard and low. Her eyes caught mine, her mouth open wide while she lost herself to the feeling.

‘Do you enjoy getting yourself off on my cock, beautiful?’

Her answer was a quiet moan that I stifled with a kiss. If the rocking of the car wasn’t enough to give us away, there was no need to give any further clues, not wanting anything to interrupt us before she had a chance to finish.

‘Such a noisy girl. Can you feel how hard it makes me?’ I didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. Every sound that escaped those perfect pink lips was a luxury I refused to live without. Breathy moans and uncontrolled groans, each drove me further until I was hammering my hips up to meet her movement. Each squeeze and pulse of her pussy along my length nearly drove me to insanity. I closed my eyes, trying to hold on to the edge of control, not wanting this to be over.

‘Fuck me like you mean it, Kotas.’ Her voice was a seductive whisper, my eyes opening at the control of her tone. The blue of her iris fixed on mine, those pink lips curved into a teasing smile. She had decided to play with me, but I could play back.

With my hand gripping her ponytail, I pulled her head back to reveal her perfect long neck. My hand found its position there, her pulse on my fingertips as I held her.

‘You want to make me come over and over?’ I asked, eyes darkened and hand pressing. Her skin was soft and perfect, every inch of her a drug.

She whimpered needily, the control slipping from her as I increased my pace from underneath, fucking her as hard as she was moving against me.

Scottie’s eyes stayed on mine. ‘Make me yours.’

I lost control, my hips driving forward as she came too, the feel of her perfect cunt pulling tight around my cock beyond anything I’d ever felt before. The love I had for this woman, and the edge of need she drove me to was unmatched.

I made her mine, but I’d been hers for a long time.

45

Scottie

The Great War – Taylor Swift

We were hardly out of the steaming shower, trying to wash off a night spent twisted up in sheets, when there was a knock at the hotel room door. One glance at Nico’s equally confused face told me he hadn’t somehow secretly ordered breakfast before he hopped in with me. Too bad.

‘What if it’s Jon?’ I whispered, as if they could hear. I sped up, drying myself off with the fluffy towel. Nico’s face flattened as he tucked the edge of his in, securing it just low enough to make me want to unwrap him all over again.

He motioned between us. ‘I think it’s somewhat obvious to Jon what’s going on here.’

I rolled my eyes, switching from the towel to the hotel dressing gown, speedily tying it around my body, my hair wrapped up in a towel.

‘It’s probably housekeeping,’ he answered, before he read the apprehension in my eyes. ‘Do you want me to answer?’

‘No.’ My answer was said before I really gave myself time to think about it, but almost as soon as I declined, social anxiety kicked in. But we were in my room, and if it was anyone other than Jon, it would look odd to find Nico Kotas, chest bare and lower half only covered by a towel, in my room, no less. The press would have another field day.

I shook my head. ‘You stay here. I’ll go get the door.’ I took in a deep breath as all the possible options of who was actually there began to scroll through my head. Couldn’t I pretend to not be here?

‘Keeping me a secret, Sinclair?’ Nico’s wide smile, grey eyes so soft and light on me, still seemed a little strange. Despite the last few weeks, I wasn’t used to seeing him so unguarded. I hung on the end of every second with him, committing them to memory like it could slip away at any moment.

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