Page 60 of Pretty Heartache

I tilt my head back and let Micah watch me. My hands glide over my own body. I touch my clit, the feeling of him inside me and the feeling of my own hand sparking a renewed sensation. It’s electric. While working myself, I slide my other hand along my stomach and ribs, gripping my breast. Between my thumb and forefinger, I pinch my nipple. Another jolt of electricity passes through me, and I open my eyes on Micah.

His grip on my ass tightens, and I let him guide me.

Moisture clings to my skin when he grabs the back of my head, pulling me to kiss him. My hands fall away from myself, and I press my forehead to his, wrapping both of my hands around his face. My pussy clenches as I lift myself, moving over him faster. The sound of me moving around him mixes and mingles with our heavy breathing. I press my lips to Micah’s, tasting him once more. His tongue slips inside my mouth, and I moan, savoring every second. My mouth can’t stay on his for long before I’m closing in on the edge. I can feel it building inside me. My orgasm presses against my insides as Micah’s cock pumps inside me, pulling it out with every thrust.

“Right there,” I tell him. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping.” He grunts. “Fuck me, Adeline. Fuck me like the good girl I know you are.”

I place both my hands on his chest and work myself over him faster. My entire body tingles. Whether it’s the heat from being inside the car, crammed in this small space, or from Micah, I don’t care. Everything about this moment with him feels good and I don’t want it to end. But at the same time, I do.

“I’m going to come,” I confess.

My entire body tenses as I lower myself over him a few more times. My orgasm rips through me. My thighs clench on top of him, and my pussy pulsates, reaching the top of my orgasm. A high sensation rocks through my body as I cry out Micah’s name.

My pussy is contracting, and I’ve slowed my movements when Micah follows me, reaching his own orgasm. His teeth are clenched, and he lets out a sharp hiss, spilling into me.

The way his cock pulses and the feeling of his cum spilling into me heightens my orgasm.

I’ve never experienced this with anyone else. The sensation of this moment crashes down on me all at once.

Walking out of the house with Micah’s heated stare.

The club.

Micah pulling me back away from the stranger.

Him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out to his car.

I’m still panting, recovering from what we’ve just done when I open my eyes and sit back on my heels.

He traces the side of my face with his fingertips, tucking my hair behind my ear.

Fear slips in, mixing with pleasure.

Was this it? Was this the moment Micah was wanting and it’ll be our one and only time? Will reality hit him, and he’ll suddenly feel like this is wrong? Will he think he made a mistake?

I stay on top of him, with him inside me as I look into his eyes.

He must sense my hesitation or hear the hiccup in my breathing when he places his mouth to mine again. The motion is soft and gentle—a stark contrast from when he pulled me on top of him a few minutes ago.

His mouth moves over mine gently before he pulls back. I smooth my hand over his tie and smile.

“That good, huh?” he asks.

My legs ache, and I know they’re going to hurt tomorrow. His hand continues to massage my ass cheek. My thighs are still quivering, aching to start moving again with Micah still inside me, but I know we can’t stay here, like this.

“I think the same could be said for you.” I roll my hips, and Micah grunts, softly closing his eyes.

“What are you doing to me?” he asks, opening his eyes on me again.

I smile as he tugs on the end of my ponytail, and I lean forward as his mouth lands on my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Steam clings to the windows, blurring our view to the outside and blocking anyone from peeking in.

His mouth doesn’t leave my neck as his fingertips hook under the thin straps of my dress before slipping them back onto my shoulders. He adjusts the fabric over my breasts, attempting to re-stick the tape.

I giggle. “It’s okay.” I cup his face, pulling him to look up. “I’ll fix it when we get back to the club.”

“Get back?” His eyes narrow.

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