Page 74 of Misconducts & Temptation

My fingers trailed up her legs, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my touch. When I reached the heat between her thighs, I couldn't suppress a groan. "Fuck, you're already wet," I murmured, my voice rough with need. "This for me?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. My girl was still shy. Her vulnerability only heightened my desire.

I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight warmth envelop me. She moaned softly, her body arching into my touch. The sound sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

I pulled my finger out and brought it to my lips, tasting her. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever fucking tasted," I murmured against her skin.

With trembling hands, I unbuttoned my pants and freed my cock, pumping it once, twice, to ready myself. Her eyes widened slightly as she watched me position myself over her.

I slid inside of her, and it felt like coming home. The heat, the tightness—it was overwhelming. My breath hitched, and I had to remind myself to slow down. I didn't want to hurt her, not right now. The back seat of the car was cramped, but the discomfort only made everything more intense.

"God, you're so tight," I whispered, my voice raw with desire. "So fucking perfect."

She gasped, her hands clutching at my shoulders. The sound drove me wild. I moved slowly, savoring every inch of her as I buried myself deeper. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but I forced myself to keep a steady pace.

"You're mine," I murmured against her ear, my lips brushing her skin. "All mine."

Her eyes met mine, filled with pleasure and something deeper—trust. It made my heart race even more. I leaned in and kissed her fiercely, pouring all my pent-up emotions into the kiss. Her body responded to every movement, arching into me with a desperate need that matched my own.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good," I groaned, thrusting deeper. The car's confined space made our movements slightly awkward, but neither of us cared. The connection between us was electric.

I tightened my grip on her hips, pulling her closer as I continued to move inside her. "You like this?" I asked, my voice rough with intensity. "You like how I make you feel?"

"Yes," she breathed out, her nails digging into my skin. "Keaton..."

Hearing my name on her lips in that breathless tone sent a shiver down my spine. It was like she had some kind of power over me—a power no one else had ever wielded.

"Say it again," I demanded softly, my thrusts becoming more deliberate.

"Keaton," she repeated, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I captured her mouth in another searing kiss as our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. The car rocked slightly with our movements, but it only added to the urgency of the moment.

Being inside her felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. The tight heat enveloped me, driving me wild with every thrust. Her body molded to mine, taking me deeper with each movement. It was as if we were made to fit together, every sensation magnified by the intimacy of our connection.

Her nails sank into my back, and I reveled in the pain, the pleasure, the sheer reality of it all. For once, someone wanted me—not for my status or what I could offer, but for who I was in that moment. It was intoxicating.

I could tell she was close. Her breaths came faster, her body tightening around me. I decided to push her further, to see just how much she could take.

“Who knew innocent little Elodie was such a goddamn whore?” I growled into her ear, my voice low and wicked. “You like this, don't you? You like it when your husband fucks you in the backseat of his car. You'd let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn't you?”

Her eyes widened slightly at my words, a mixture of shock and arousal flashing in them. But she didn’t pull away; instead, she clung to me tighter, her body responding eagerly.

“Say it,” I demanded, thrusting harder. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it,” she gasped out, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I…I want it."

"Tell me you'd let me fuck you anywhere," I demanded. "Tell me you're my whore."

She opened her mouth, and for a second, I thought she would argue. I thought she would push back.

"I—I'm yours," she whispered.

"My what?"

"Your… I'm your whore."

"Fuck, yeah, you are. Mine, and no one else's."

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