Page 62 of Broken Promises

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he scoffed, and once he had a decent hole in the fabric, he tossed the knife aside into my vacated seat and grabbed my jeans in both hands to tear it more.

Seeing him so frantic for me was a little overwhelming, but he didn’t let me think about it for long as he forced my mouth back to his.

A shudder rolled through me as he tore my panties and teased my pussy with his dick, precum leaking everywhere as if he’d already finished. I rolled my hips, trying to get him to push inside, but he continued rubbing the head against my clit, the slickness from the precum making it super easy.

“Condom,” I murmured against his lips, and he shook his head.

“No, I want to be dripping out of you for the rest of the day.”

The second the words left his mouth, need flooded through me. I knew better than anyone that accidents happened, and as much as it sounded hot coming from his mouth, I couldn’t risk it.

“Ander.” I tried sounding firm, but my hips rolled to encourage him. Apparently, I’d lost my goddamn mind.

“I said, no,” he growled, guiding himself right where I wanted him and sliding his free arm around my waist to pull me down over him.

One of my hands grabbed the headrest as I gasped from the sudden intrusion, his fingers digging into my waist as he bounced me.

Testing the waters a little, I released my grip on the headrest and slid my fingers around his throat instead as I rolled my hips.I’d never taken charge like this before, and I was pretty sure I was making a fool out of myself.

The curse that left him said otherwise though.

“You want to dominate me, baby? Fuck, a little faster,” he managed to get out, my confidence building the more he talked. He let go of my hips, simply letting me do whatever the hell I wanted.

It was hard to balance, but once I braced a hand on the window it helped, bouncing a little and gasping as his piercings rubbed me in all the right places. I needed more, but I didn’t know what of.

I flexed my fingers, his gaze holding mine as I tried to figure out if I was being sexy or not. When his hand lifted to rest over mine, my face heated. I was doing it wrong.

“Press on the sides, not the front,” he murmured, not letting me pull away when I tried. “You want to be dominant? Don’t hide it. I’ll teach you.”

“This isn’t sexy,” I scowled, an amused smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Uh, yes, it is. You riding me with your hand around my throat? I’ve hit the jackpot. I draw the line at pegging though.”

I huffed out a small laugh, his carefree attitude making me want to try more.

What would I like? Could I blow his mind despite my fumbling?

I let him guide my hand to where he wanted it on his throat, and I knew he wasn’t faking it when I squeezed a little and his pupils dilated. I squeezed harder, getting into a rhythm as I used him to get myself off.

It was hot as hell, and I’d barely started coming when he grabbed my hips to fuck up into me.

So. Fucking. Good.

“You need a car with a back seat,” I panted as he slowed to let me recover, not minding when it was obvious our roles switched as he took my chin firmly in his grip to pull me down for a kiss, his other hand staying on my waist to keep me moving.

“Maybe you need one.”

“I can’t afford a car.”

“I’ll buy you one.”

“If you want to finish, don’t talk money with me,” I bit out, yelping as his hand cracked against my ass sharply.

“Shut up and fuck me, Raven.”

“You—” I didn’t get to argue as he kissed me again, gripping my ass and fucking into me, giving me no choice but to try and hold onto the damn window and headrest. The windows were fogged up and my handprints were all over the glass, our heavy breathing loud as I tried to take over again.

It was almost like a fight for the finish, both of us coming with a shout as I collapsed on top of him to catch my breath.

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