Page 65 of Pulse

He released her tits and wrapped his arms around her, still under her shirt. He slid one hand up to her neck and drew her to him. Their mouths collided in a desperate, hungry kiss that curled his toes. Nothing was hotter than the way she fought him for control.

She gripped the back of his head and dueled her tongue against his. He nipped her lower lip which made her gasp and ground her pelvis against his rock-hard cock. If he lasted five seconds inside her, it’d be a damn miracle.

She whimpered into his mouth while rocking against him as though trying to ride him through their clothes. When the sting of her teeth sinking into his lower lip registered, he grunted and tore his mouth away.

“Get your fucking shorts off,” he practically shouted as he went to work on his zipper.

Talia giggled and shimmied out of her shorts as best as possible in the confined space. They were a mess of arms, legs, and mumbles as they freed themselves. Her shorts landed in the footwell while he managed to pull his cock out and lower his jeans beneath his hips.

“Condom?” she asked as she straddled him once again.

“Shit. I fucking forgot.” Jesus, he’d have fucked her bare if she hadn’t said something. When had he ever been so careless? When had a woman ever had him so out of his mind for her?

He managed to reach into his back pocket and retrieve his wallet, where he kept a condom. Not that he’d needed one for ages, but there wasn’t any harm in being prepared.

“Allow me.” Her eyes sparked with a mix of desire and playfulness as she plucked the condom from his fingers.

“Fuck yes.” Grinning, he interlaced his fingers behind his head and leaned against the headrest. “Do your worst.”

Her smirk made his dick twitch. God, he’d love to strip her down and spend hours licking and studying every inch of her, but cops patrolled the park on occasion, so time wasn’t on their side. Next time they’d be completely naked so he could see those tits he’d had his hands all over—see and taste them.

Talia’s hands were steady as she ripped the condom open, but her eyes glowed with filthy promise. She bit her lip as she withdrew the condom, meeting his gaze. One day, he’d have her make that exact pose, and he’d photograph it because it was too gorgeous not to be captured.

“Get it on me so I can get inside you.”

“Yes.” The second her soft fingertips made contact with his dick, he hissed a string of curses. She rolled the condom down with sure hands, then positioned herself above him, staring down. He moved his hands from behind his head to her lush hips, squeezing the flesh.

Talia moaned, then together, they guided her down onto his rigid cock. Her eyes flared as the tip notched against her entrance. That much was enough to have him fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head.

“Jesus,” he whispered as her tight pussy swallowed him inch by inch.

“Pulse…” Her voice wavered with a tremor of nerves.

“I got you, baby. So fucking tight. So hot. Christ, you feel better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

“S-same.” Their foreheads met as he continued to work himself inside her.

After a few moments, their bodies met as he seated his cock fully inside her. Talia trembled. The ripples had him clenching his teeth. Nothing should be allowed to feel this good, this hot. How was he supposed to go on without wanting this every second of every day?

She was tighter than he’d expected, so tight it took his breath away.

“You good? Is it too much?”

“No. I mean, yes. I’m good. So good. You feel so big inside me, Pulse. You’re stretching me. It’s incredible.”

“Yeah?” He kissed the side of her neck, her jaw, her ear. “You like that big cock filling your tight pussy?” he whispered against her ear.

She moaned and started to rock on him. “I love it. It’s never felt like this before.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

“You ready to ride me? Ready to make this perfect pussy feel even better?”

“Yesss.” She kissed him as she rose and fell on his cock.

There wasn’t enough room to fuck up into her as he wanted. He was a big guy, and her coupe wasn’t made for fucking. His knees hit the glove box with every thrust, and her head bumped the top of the car more than once, but neither cared. He held her ass as she rode him, giving her extra leverage. He couldn’t stop kneading the soft flesh beneath his fingers. If only he could see what his firm grip was doing to her skin.

They panted and moaned. It felt amazing, but he wished he could fuck her as hard and deep as he’d fantasized.

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