“You,” I whispered before our mouths crashed into one another.
I was practically clawing at his shirt while his hands grazed up my thighs.
“Are you sure you are okay to do this?” Ash pulled back, looking at me for a moment before I responded by crashing my mouth back onto his. He leaned his hands onto the car for support while his other hand spread my legs open.
“Touch me,” I begged, wanting to erase all the memories of tonight, needing his touch to help me push them aside. He grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over his hands, wiping the blood up before his fingers went straight toward my clenched cunt.
“Such a needy little cunt. Were you this wet when you were dancing with that man at the club?” I turned back toward him while he shoved his fingers deep inside of me, flicking at my clit for an added bit of torture.
“You knew?” I moaned out as I shamelessly bucked against him.
“Of course I did. I know everything.”
“You’re not mad?” I asked, breathlessly.
“I am very confident you will never stray too far.” He then added another finger to his assault. “Hands on the car, turn around.”
I obliged.
“You will never fucking do that again.” He added a fourth finger, stretching me like no other. “Do you understand, Ember?”
I nodded quickly.
“Good girl.”
I grabbed onto the car for dear life as rain poured over us. It was only then that it registered that we were in public, and Rain was . . .
Over my shoulder Rain and the other guy were splashing bleach onto the road. Rain locked eyes with me for a moment as Ash finger-fucked me. I rolled my head, letting out one carnal moan before he turned away.
“You like putting on a show, mi sol?” Ash removed his fingers, and they dripped of my arousal.
“I, uh . . .” I felt weird being caught by him, but he eyed me while unzipping his jeans. His cock sprang out before he shoved me so I was bent in half, and his dick circled my opening.
“Give them your best show,” he demanded before thrusting himself inside of me.
“Ash, they’re going to see.” The words came out breathy.
He looked over at them, then back down at me. His hands tightened at my waist as I held onto the car door for leverage.
“Let’s show them how much you are mine,” he demanded before continuing his assault inside of me.
“You are so good, mi amor.”
“Your body was made for me.”
“Don’t stop, Ember. Grind onto my dick.”
He kept encouraging me over and over, and after each praise, I responded with a symphony of sobs. As I gripped the door handle, he slammed into me. My dress was bunched at my waist, but my entire ass was on display as Ash continued to thrust inside of me.
“I love when everyone knows that you aremine.” That was it for me; the build-up inside me exploded, and he followed. As soon as I felt myself sink into a deeper oblivion, my hands slid off the handle, and Ash picked me up, opened the car door, and placed me on the passenger seat.
“Ash,” I said breathlessly. His cock was still out of his jeans and his hands were on top of the car. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead before pulling away and pulling up his pants.
“Yes, mi amor?”
“Why do you call me that?” I asked, feeling very blunt after the night I had.
“Because you will always be my one and only love.” Then he laughed as if I had asked a ridiculous question.