Page 11 of Beyond the Fame

She groans. “Fuck you.”

I chuckle against her neck before finding her mouth again. Her kisses are so demanding. I never want them to end.

The heel of my palm presses against her clit, and she bucks in the seat. I keep the pressure there as my fingers drive into her fast and furious.

She’s close, so I remove my hold on her hair and end my kisses to cover her mouth with my hand just in time to quiet her orgasm.

I wait for her walls to stop pulsing before taking my fingers out and she watches as I bring them up to my mouth to lick them clean.

That breaks the spell. She shoves me away and buttons up her jeans.

I scoot back to my side of the vehicle.

She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re disgusting.”

“Was I disgusting a few seconds ago when I made you come?”

She scoffs and jerks her chin at the privacy screen.

“Do you always fuck women in the backseat of cars?”

“No.”

“That’s not why you put up the screen?”

“No.”

“Whatever.”

“Becky,” I muse. She absolutely loses it.

“Fuck you, Jensen.”

“Well, if you want...”

She growls. It's adorable and makes me laugh, which she does not appreciate.

“That will not be happening again. Ever.”

I would respond, but we're pulling into Mylan and Lana’s driveway. When the car stops, I wait for her to get out first.

“Go ahead,” Rebecca says, digging in her over-sized purse. “I have to fix my makeup.”

I grin, spotting her smeared lipstick.

Her head snaps up. “Wait!”

I pause before opening the door. The driver is already at the back and taking our luggage out.

Rebecca extracts a makeup wipe from her massive purse and holds it out to me. She waves her finger at my mouth. Curious, I take out my phone and open the camera.

Her lipstick is all over me too.

I laugh, pleased with myself for our disheveled appearances.

“Asshole,” she mumbles.

I wipe away her red lipstick and smack my lips before exiting the vehicle, surely annoying Rebecca.

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