Page 65 of Everything We Left Unsaid

“Please.” He groans at my plea and releases me. My nipple pops free from his mouth, the stiff peak dark and glistening from his attentions. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, freeing my heavy breasts from their confinement. I move to get off his lap, but he stops me.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, and then I hear a loud ripping sound in the quiet confines of the vehicle. The delicate material of my panties falls away from my body and I look down to see myself bared to him. Heat floods my lower body and my muscles clench. He just tore my panties off and I couldn’t be more turned on by it. I attack him, my mouth crashing against his and my body burning with desire. His fingers find me slick and needy as he slips them down my center and plunges inside.

“Ride my hand,” he growls, and I follow his command. His sexy words and smooth, deep timbre incite my lust for him. Soon, my orgasm overtakes me and I shatter, my forehead falling against his chest as I return to earth from the most delicious high.

He leans to one side and quickly pulls his wallet from his pocket, removing a condom. Reaching into his boxers, he reveals his impressive erection and I stare at it greedily, hungrily. Before he can tear open the foil packet, I slip off his lap and settle between his legs, my knees hitting the floorboard in front of him. I take him into my mouth before he can object and he moans, jerking his hips forward. I enjoy the scent of him, the taste of him on my tongue, and the sensations of his fingers wrapped in my hair. He groans his appreciation and the sound makes me even more eager to please him. I descend on him a few more times before he lifts me up, his big hands gripping my arms and hauling me onto his lap. He rips the condom package open and slips it down his shaft before positioning my hips over his.

He waits for me to sink down onto his erection, his eyes never leaving the space where our bodies barely touch. I bring myself down slowly, enjoying the sight of his face contorting in pleasure. When my body is full and he’s buried to the hilt, his head falls back onto the seat and he digs his fingers into my hips. I start to move and he groans, his eyes squeezed shut as though the sensation is almost too much to bear. His arms clamp around my waist and he takes over, thrusting up into me over and over again. He rains kisses across my mouth, my chin, my neck. Burying his head in my shoulder, he breathes me in and kisses my hot, dampening skin.

The pressure begins to build again and soon I’m falling over the edge once more, with him close behind. He lets out a low guttural sound when he comes and a sense of satisfaction curls each side of my lips in a sated smile. He slips out of my body as I scoot off his lap. What’s left of my panties dangle from one leg, the other side shredded by Jacob’s impatient hand. I giggle at the sight, elated amusement fueling my mirth.

“Sorry,” he offers, not the least bit apologetic about what he did. “I guess I got a little carried away.”

“That’s okay.” I lean in for a quick kiss and he obliges. “I like it when you get carried away.” He lets out a little growl and pulls me back to him, kissing me hard this time.

“You keep talking like that, and you’ll see just how carried away I can get.”

I shudder at his wanton threat and swallow hard to hide how much his teasing comment affects me. “Promises, promises,” I taunt, unable to help myself. Before I can slip my shorts back on over my now useless panties, he pounces, teaching me a lesson I won’t soon forget. I’ll have to remember to challenge him more often.

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