Page 26 of Won’t Let You Get Away

Gently, I grab her wrist and stop her from continuing.

“Fuck, I missed that mouth of yours.” Shaking my head, I kneel between her legs.

She wraps her legs around me without hesitation, lifting her hips as she nods.

I take hold of both her hands and pin them above her head at the edge of the seat. She looks stunning, stretched out with her shirt bunched up around her hips and her hair splayed in a glorious red mess.

Bri shifts her hips again, pushing my cock against her entrance. Gritting my teeth, I reach between us and hold her hips in place.

“Noah,” Bri pleads as I finally give in and stop holding back. Moving slowly, I slide into her, feeling my length work inside of her with each shallow thrust until my pelvis rubs against her clit.

“Holy shit,” Bri pants, her pussy clutching onto me tightly. I resist the urge to just slam into her and instead drop my head to her shoulder, giving us both a moment to adjust.

Beneath me, Bri swivels her hips, causing me to groan and tighten my grip on her waist.

“I’m trying to?—”

“Well, stop trying and just fucking me,” Bri demands, twisting her hips again and gasping for more. “Please, stop overthinking and just move, Noah.”

“As you wish,” I whisper in her ear before releasing her wrists and grabbing both of her hips firmly.

Looking down at her with a smirk, I tilt her hips up and try to hold back a groan as she tightens around me again. Slowly, I pull out until just the tip of my cock remains inside of her before slamming back in hard.

Her moans and pleas drive me onward as I lose myself in the pleasure of fucking Bri.

Releasing one of her hips, I press my thumb against her clit.

“I need you to come, Bri,” I urge between breaths.

She tightens around me, nodding frantically. Her hands squeeze around her breasts as she groans with pleasure.

I continue thrusting into her relentlessly, feeling my own release building up.

“Come for me Sugar,” I demand on the next thrust before gently slapping her clit.

Bri moans loudly and arches off the seat as she reaches climax. My own orgasm follows suit as I call out her name along with my release.

As her legs slip from around my waist, I slowly ease out of her and sit back against the door, trying to catch my breath.

We both remain silent as the faint background music from the bar and our heavy breathing fill the air. Eventually, Bri sits up and begins to fix her clothes, refusing to meet my gaze.

I sigh and pull my pants back on. Bri leans forward in the seat and drops her head into her hands.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she says dejectedly.

My heart sinks as I struggle to find the right words. We both consented, but that doesn’t erase the guilt and uneasiness gnawing at me. Instead of apologizing, I remind her of my earlier declaration.

“I don’t regret anything when it comes to you.”

Bri slowly lifts her tear-stained face from her palms, causing a wave of panic to wash over me.

“Did I hurt you?” I scoot closer, scanning her body for any signs of discomfort.

She shakes her head vehemently, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I cup her face in my hand, pressing my forehead against hers in an effort to comfort her. “Then what’s wrong?” I ask gently.

She straightens up suddenly, pushing away from me and reaching for the door handle. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she repeats before hopping out of the truck and rushing back to the bar.

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