Page 40 of Fourth Wall

He quickly lifted me and turned me back around so I faced him while he restedhis hand, rubbing gently on the spot he had just slapped.

“Don’t make me punish you again, firecracker. Say it.”

“Fine…baby,” he growled and pulled a stray baby hair off my forehead while pressing a kiss there.

“Good girl,” he murmured in a low gravelly tone. “Now, come on.” He took hold of my hand, and together we gathered our scattered clothes, sprinting toward where we had parked the car, conveniently situated along the bustling main road.

Thankfully, the hour had grown late, and the streets were sparsely populated. With unrestrained joy, we ran bare-legged, barefoot, and drenched, unable to contain our laughter.

"Christian," I exclaimed through giggles.

"Keep going, faster!" Christian encouraged, urgency lacing his words as a few pedestrians appeared ahead of us.

Finally, we reached the car unscathed, and he swiftly opened the passenger door for me, inviting me in with a mischievous grin.

He hopped into the other side, and I leaned over the center console, wrapping my arms around his neck.

No thinking, Maeve, I told myself before I grabbed the lobe of his ear and tugged. I proceeded to lick the entire length of his ear as he pushed the button to start the car.

“Firecracker. I won't be able to drive home with you over here. We gotta get home because your parents are there.” I plopped quickly back on my seat, but Christian’s thick hand rested on my thigh. His hands were so big they fit over my entire width. He pulled out of the parking spot and gave me a quick squeeze.

We drove a few minutes in silence before I rested my hand upon his. It paled compared to his.

“Christian?” I finally had the courage to ask. Blame my thoughts that never stopped swirling…unless I was being finger fucked in an ocean by my very own Viking.

“Hmm?”

“What does this mean?” I laced my fingers in his, and he opened, letting me in. As usual, they were a perfect fit.

“Honestly, I have no idea, Maeve.” He called me by my first name, which I knew meant business.

“Me either,” I confessed. “You are still my fake boyfriend that I moved in with.” I offered a slight smile but looked over and noticed Christian’s eyebrows were furrowed. He looked like he was going through something in his head, and I needed to pull him out.

I knew what it felt like to be completely lost in your own mind not knowing what to say next. Like there is a certain expectation for you to say something in conversation, it’s a natural pause for you to speak, but somehow the words escape you. I recognized this look on Christian right now. So instead of letting him fester in his own anxiety, I decided to change the subject to something I knew would immediately pull him out of his own mind.

I pulled my hand off his and reached over to his thigh, running my hands over his legs underneath his wet boxer briefs.

“Mmm. Careful now, I’m driving.” His cock got harder with every touch of my skin on his. I grazed over his shaft, and I wrapped my hand around him. He was so girthy I couldn’t fit afull hand over him, but I tried getting comfortable, moving up and down, and his entire body reacted to my touch.

“You are so big,” I gasped as I pumped him up and down and watched as he down-shifted his Porsche and entered our neighborhood.

“So greedy for my cock.” He pulled into the driveway, and the moment the car was in park, I jumped over to the driver’s side and smushed myself between the steering wheel and his steel wall of a chest.

My mouth dropped to his, and I furiously started kissing him while my other hand kept pumping his cock.

He reached under my shirt, where he grabbed my nipple in his fingers and rolled it, pinching me in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“My…parents…are,” I managed to get out breathlessly.

“Shit. Firecracker. I’m going to need you to get off me and get out of the car because I cannot go inside to see your parents right now.” I pouted.

“Stop. I’m serious.” That only made me burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Okay, okay. I’m getting off.” I pulled open his car door and gave my ass a little jiggle before I heard him groan from the car as I ran to the house and opened the door.

“Hey, sweetie.” My mom was grabbing her purse, and my dad was getting ready to follow her.

“Did you have a good time?” my mom asked. I nodded and thanked her for staying while thinking of Christian.

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