Page 78 of Two Wrongs

A deep line forms between her eyes. “What?” Her eyes open wide. “You think this is about Liam?” She shakes her head emphatically. “I wouldn’t do that. I wasn’t even thinking about him.”

Even upset I can’t help but comfort her, and I rub my hands up and down her arms. “You’re shaking. Look, I get it, that was a shit show, and it’s only natural it threw you. But, while I want to be there for you, comfort you through almost everything, I can’t be the one you turn to for this.”

Wren takes a deep breath and manages to settle herself a little. “Griffin, my parents died in a car crash. I promise you, this has nothing to do with Liam. So, do you have an objection to comforting me after a near death experience?”

“Absolutely none,” I say, and pull her toward me.

Her hands drop down to my belt buckle and start to undo it. I grab her hands. “Hold up, we don’t have to rush. Let me get you ready for me so I don’t tear you apart.”

“I’m ready. God, I’m ready. I wish I’d worn a skirt.”

I growl. “No you fucking should not have. He doesn’t need mixed signals. You’re mine, and I’m not going to share you.”

Popping the button on her jeans, I yank down her pants. “Let me see that sweet pussy and judge for myself if you’re ready for my cock.”

The cab of the truck is too small for me to get down and taste her properly, so I’ll have to let my fingers be the judge if she’s wet enough for me. I trail my fingers across the center of her panties and groan. “Oh, baby bird, you’re soaked. You are ready for me.”

Sitting back, I put my arms on the back of the seat. “Okay, you wanted to ride me, right?”

Her eyes fall down to my zipper. “More than anything.”

I grab her chin and make her eyes meet mine. “I think you need to feel in charge. To make you feel safe, am I right?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I put my hand back on the top of the seat. “Then take control.”

Wren doesn’t waste time pulling down my zipper and I lift my hips to pull my jeans down. Once my cock is free, she pulls her underwear off and straddles me. Although it goes against my natural instincts, I make a mental note to let her take over more often.

It takes effort not to pull her down on my cock while she rocks against my length, coating me in her wetness. My fingers dig into the upholstery while hers clutch my hair. Her tongue plunges in my mouth the way I ache to take her body.

She drops one of her hands, works it in between us, and begins to stroke my cock. I groan in her mouth and it sets her off. Her grip tightens holding me on the edge of pleasure and pain as she lines me up with her opening. I expect her to slowly lower herself on my cock, but as usual my girl surprises me and drops down in one hard thrust. She builds a fast rhythm and pulls her shirt over her head.

My head rolls back on the seat, and I shout. “Fuuuuck. Slow down,” I beg. “I’m going to come too fast.”

I need to make this good for her, but she doesn’t let up so I can. Her thighs squeeze my legs, and I can feel her inner walls clench around my cock while she bounces on my lap. The tendons in my neck strain as I try not to blow inside of her hot cunt before she comes.

“Touch yourself,” I demand. “Stroke your clit while you ride my cock. I need to feel you come before I fill you.” I’m dying to touch her myself, but I told her she had control, and I’m trying hard to keep that promise.

Even though she’s directing this show, Wren is naturally submissive. She follows my direction without question. Of course, she might be doing it because her body needs the release.

The scene in front of me is the most deliciously erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. Wren’s head is tossed back, her pale hair falls down her back and brushes the tops of my thighs. Her small, perky breasts bounce with her movements. Her hand rubs vigorously on her clit. I’m torn between watching her bring herself closer to orgasm and watching my dick move in and out of her pussy.

I feel the seat compress under my fingers, and I’m forced to think about the engine rebuild I’m working on back at the shop to hold on a little longer. Wren slows her movements, and I nearly shout in frustration. “Why are you stopping?”

“Where did you go?” She taps the side of my head. “In here.”

I grunt. “I was thinking about rebuilding an engine. Baby bird, I’m about to blow inside of you, and I’d really like you to come with me.”

Wren leans forward and licks the side of my neck before biting me just enough to make my pulse race. “Then why are you holding back?”

“Wrong thing to say if you don’t want me to take over,” I warn.

She rocks her hips, making me clench my teeth. “Why wouldn’t I want you to take over?”

My hands twitch. I’m losing the battle to control myself. “Because I don’t want you to feel powerless.”

“When you touch me, all the ways you touch me, I feel safe and—“ she cuts herself off.

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