Page 24 of Run From Me

My own breathing betrayed me, but she felt so fucking amazing. She bucked against me as I pressed my finger down on her clit, and seconds later the walls of her core clamped down around me and pulsed as her arms seem to shake trying to support herself.

I fucked her through her orgasm, trying to make her pay for pissing me off. I wanted her to feel every fucking inch of me and keep coming until her body couldn’t take anymore, but I wasn’t going to do that in a parking lot.

My pace quickened as my balls tightened. I could feel my own release coming, and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I slammed into her again and again and released her mouth so I could grab her hips and hold her right where I wanted her. Her cries were caught in her throat, and only when she said my name did I let myself come inside her as I thrust one last time.

All that hate and anger seemed to die the moment my mind came back online.

Fuck. What was happening to me? What was I going to do when I had to give her back to the Vipers?

I had one boot on the ground outside the car and my knee was up on the seat from my attempts at positioning myself in the best way to fuck her.

I was never going to see this car the same way ever.

Slowly I pulled out her whimper not lost on me.

“Shit. Did I, did I, uh… Did I hurt you?”

She wasn’t moving even as I zipped myself up. She sort of just curled up in a ball and shifted inside the car. I guess that was one way to make sure she didn’t escape.

She was still breathing heavily, and fear had my balls in a vice grip. Why did I care if I’d hurt her? Why did I care about anything she even said?

“Hurt me? God no. If you were trying to prove you weren’t flaccid, you win.”

Slowly, she righted her dress and moved to a sitting position.

I sidled in next to her and watched as she pulled down her visor to look in the mirror.

“Well, thanks for that. I feel better. I don’t get out and party often, so I’m going back in now. Open bar? My boss can dealwith any dead bodies tonight. It’s not fair that he just expects me to work?—”

I cut her off when I grabbed her and spun her toward me and kissed her. There was zero logic to it, I just couldn’t watch those lips of hers rant.

Her eyes no longer glistened from alcohol, and even though it still ran through her veins, she was aware of exactly what we were doing. Exactly what I’d just done.

Her anger was a little less though, or I guessed so, since she wasn’t beating me.

The sweet taste of her danced over my tongue as I pressed past her lips, prodding her to open for me.

This time she broke the kiss and the sharp sting of her hand on my cheek fueled a rage that always simmered just below the surface.

“You… you…” she sputtered.

I smirked.

“Thanks for that reality check, Sparky. Also, you just signed your own fate.” I held her to me as I fumbled to get my keys and she played, thinking she’d escape me.

I slammed the door as my grip hardened over her thigh.

“You like it rough then, Sparky?”

She yelped as I ran my hand over her thigh, stopping right where I could feel the dampness between her legs.

“I can play rough.”

Her breasts rose and fell, giving away just how calm she wasn’t, or maybe she was turned on.

“I… no. Just you. You’re fucking confusing,” she said.

The car was snug as I abandoned my place between her legs and instead slipped an arm around her waist and righted her so I could drive.

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