Page 63 of One Touch

I started with small, shallow thrusts, relishing the feel of her tight muscles gripping me, and the way her young body responded to my touch. I leaned over so that my lips were inches from hers. “I hope you’re ready for me to destroy you, Lily.”

“Yes please,” she whispered, her voice a husky plea.

Her voice was a fucking aphrodisiac, I swear. When she spoke to me, it was like I forgot everything except pleasure.

I moved faster, my hips pounding against her, my hands gripping her thighs, pulling her closer with each thrust. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the rhythm of our bodies. The friction was exquisite, her wet heat clinging to me, and I could feel it building, the tension coiling like a spring.

“More,” she whispered, her voice breathy. “Fuck, yes. More.”

I gave her more, and more, increasing the speed and intensity until I was a blur of movement, her body slamming back against the car each time I thrust into her. I kneaded her breasts, rolled her nipples between my fingertips, and ran my hands across the perfection of her body. Our bodies were slick with sweat, her cries of passion filling the room as she met each thrust with a needy moan.

I grabbed the side of the car for purchase, and I must have accidentally touched some lubricant, because the next time I touched her shoulder, I left a black smudge on her.

“I want you to mark me,” she panted as I thrust harder. “I want you to cover me with the dirt of this garage.”

I grabbed hold of her breast now, leaving a dirty hand print on her, her pink nipple now striped black with grease. Then I slid my hand down to her stomach, marking that too, then cupped her face, leaving a filthy trail wherever I’d been.

“I need to get you real dirty all over,” I growled. Then I slid my cock out of her, then flipped her over so that her breasts were squashed up against the cherry-red surface of the car. Damn, her ass looked good, all pink from rubbing around on my Ferrari. I gripped her butt tight as I pushed into her from behind, admiring my oily fingerprints on her white ass.

“Yes!” she shouted, so loud it sent adrenaline coursing through me.

“You like it dirty, huh?” I asked, giving her a light spank as I plunged my dock into her.

She cried out for more, so I spanked her again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint next to the black.

And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, I felt her muscles clench around me. She slammed her fist down on the hood of my car as the orgasm ripped through her, and her tight walls fluttered wildly against my dick, pushing me straight over the edge, and milking out every last fucking drop of cum I’d saved up over the last decade.

I groaned like an animal.

I don’t think I’ve ever made a sound like that. A sound of release. Of deep, primal pleasure. Of complete satisfaction.

It was my turn to see stars. It was my turn to forget who I was, where I was, how I was.

I bit down on her shoulder, marking her again, and it drew another couple of flutters from her pussy.

“I don’t want it to end,” I said into her ear. Then, reluctantly, I slid out of her and turned her over.

She blinked up at me with lazy eyes and gave me a dreamy smile. “Well and truly destroyed.”

“Ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I told her. I kissed her softly on the lips, our chests pressing against one another’s, hearts pounding.

Then I looked into her eyes, trying to communicate the enormity of everything I’d just felt. The air was electric. I wanted to keep staring into those captivating blue depths forever, to let myself drown in the intimacy.

But Lily’s lips quirked into a playful smirk. “Hey now, remember the ‘no prolonged eye contact’ rule?”

“Was that more than five seconds?” I asked, my breathing still heavy.

“I don’t know,” she laughed. “I think I forgot how to count.”

“Lily,” I said, suddenly serious. “That was . . .”

“Perfect?”

“What’s more than perfect?” I asked.

“Me,” she said, teasing.

But she was right.

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