Page 81 of Passion and Revenge

“Argh,” she screams. “Oh God, oh God! Ale! Ale!”

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt. “Fuck baby, you were made for me. You’re gripping me so tight. I’ve been trying not to cum since you swallowed me. You feel like paradise.”

Sienna drags my head forward until one hard nipple is in my mouth. And as I nip at her, she makes a low mewling sound.

“Don’t stop!” She screams loud enough to wake up the occupants of the last house in the street. But I don’t fucking care. I want her to make the city vibrate with her cries.

“Ale, I need you. I need you,” she chants.

I know exactly what she needs. I reach for the bottom of my seat and press the button to push the driver’s seat back. Then, I grab her by the waist and spin her around until her arms are propped against the wheel.

I push her legs apart, revealing her pink, wet pussy. Pre-cum slides down my tip at the sight before me—the woman I love spread out open for me. I can never get tired of this sight.

Unable to wait a second longer, I push back into her.

“Yes!” she cries.

With one hand digging into her hips and the other clutching the grab handle, I fuck into her, my hips pushing into her over and over again until she’s mindless with lust, vibrating with it, begging, and sobbing. I grit my teeth together to keep my orgasm at bay while I piston into her as best as I can in the limited space.

When I can’t keep it in any longer, I reach around for her clit.

“Yes! My clit, baby,” she gasps. “I’m going to—I’m going to?—”

“Cum for me, baby.”

With a broken wail, she shudders as her orgasm tears through her. I continue to fuck her through her orgasm and into smaller orgasms that roll over into each other until she’s twitching and completely drained.

I let out an animalistic growl, and then my balls empty as I spurt into her, filling her with my cum. With a sigh, I drag her back down onto my lap and then turn her back to me, arranging her into a comfortable position as she leans against my chest.

She sighs. “Holy shit, Ale. Why did you let me do that? Now I’m too exhausted to cross the street.”

I smile and then press a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll carry you across the street.”

“Hmm,” she hums. “My dad won’t like that.”

My jaw clenches. “Too bad for Daddy Dearest then.”

She bats at my chest. “You promised you’d play nice. And you can’t blame Dad. You kidnapped me, after all. How do you want him to feel about that?”

“You’re the one I kidnapped, and you were sitting on my cock a few minutes ago.”

Sienna raises her head at me. “Because I’m in love with you. But I can’t say the same for my dad. Promise me you’ll play nice.”

As if I can deny this woman anything. “Fine. I’ll play nice. I’ll even call him daddy to show how nice I am.”

She presses a kiss over my heart. “You’re the worst. You’re lucky I love you.”

“I would have just kidnapped you again and fucked you into submission if you didn’t agree to be with me.”

“And here I thought I had an option,” she says with the barest hint of exasperation in her voice. “You should look into other side hobbies outside of kidnapping.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl,” I say with a laugh. “You’re the only person I’d ever want to kidnap, and since you’re here anyway, I can get a new side hobby.”

She raises her head from my chest and begins to arrange her clothes. Then, she shoots me a pointed look. “I hope you don’t plan on telling our kids this sordid tale. I don’t want them thinking it’s fine to take and keep people as long as it ends well.”

I watch her as she adjusts her bra and then stares forlornly at her ruined panties before deciding there’s no use. Next, she concentrates on arranging her hair into some semblance.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her honestly.

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