Page 85 of One Last Verse

“For someone who claims to be right handed, you’re very good,” I horsed out. My hips moved, looking to match the rhythm of his fingers. He met me halfway.

“Doll, just wait till I get both my hands back in action.” His deep voice meshed with my moans. “You won’t be able to walk.” A smirk passed his lips.

I laughed raggedly. “Oh, I’ve already seen what you can do with two hands. I can’t wait to see what other tricks you have in store.”

We were the definition of indecent. The seat underneath me was damp and sticky. The windows began to fog.

Frank curled his fingers inside me and stroked my clit with his thumb. The combination of pressure was just right. I shook. My climax was close. Waves of pleasure rushed in.Oh, yes, right there.

“Let me see you come, doll.” He watched me as his hand continued to work.

“I want to see you come too.”

“That’ll be two rounds for you.”

“I can handle two rounds.”

Frank twisted his fingers, eliciting my release. I came with a scream. Sweat coated my forehead. He dropped his face to mine, capturing my mouth in a slow, wet tongue-on-tongue kiss. His hand slipped from between my legs and cupped my ass.

I reached for his jeans. He was hard as a rock and begging to be taken care of.

“Let me help with that.” I smiled against his mouth and pushed myself up. “Lie back.”

“Oh, I love it when my girl is bossy,” he murmured, returning to his seat.

I pulled off my panties and crawled over to straddle him. He was beautiful and he felt like my own personal sex machine.

We kissed messily, as if we had a deadline to meet. He bit my tongue. It was just a nip, on the edge of rough but smothered with softness. I reciprocated and drew his lower lip between my teeth. Our mouths battled for control. His hand roamed my breasts.

“Take off your bra, baby,” Frank requested and fell back to watch me. “Let me see you.”

I did as he asked, pulling the dress off my shoulders and freeing my breasts. Cool air pinched my skin and goosebumps covered every inch of my body. My nipples were hard and achy.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re like this.” Frank sucked in a loud breath through his teeth, staring at my naked body. “Salacious. On top of me.”

His eyes were wild and hooded.

He dropped his hand to my bare thigh and squeezed it. “Fucking perfect. That’s what you are, Ms. Evans. And mine.” He leaned forward and licked my nipple. Long, rapid flicks. Swept with another wave of arousal, I clamped around his body, grabbed the headrest for support, and tossed my head back to enjoy the flawless work of his tongue.

“Undo me,” Frank ordered.

Blood racing in my ears, I unzipped his jeans and palmed his cock. He shifted beneath me to give me more room to work. It was somewhat challenging with his shoulder, but I found my way around. My sex ached against the press of his length. Then I readjusted myself, lining up our bodies so that his tip teased my entrance. This had to be fast and rough. Each time apart from him sent me into a withdrawal worse than the previous one. Tonight, I wanted a little pain.

Frank wrapped his arm around my back and gripped my shoulder, guiding me. Shuddered breaths escaped his chest.

I sunk onto his cock until I couldn’t go any farther. Until my legs trembled and my toes curled. My body welcomed the wave of pleasant hurt as it rolled through my limbs.

Frank’s features hardened, eyes slammed shut. He enjoyed the actual act of penetration, the act of becoming one, as much as he enjoyed the ride and getting to the finish line.

I took him whole. Every throbbing inch of his length. At this angle, he felt massive inside me. All my sweet spots buzzed as our bodies began to move together. The slick grind of our hips was perfect. My blood thickened, my pulse sprinted. The air inside the car was heavy.

My fingers dove into Frank’s hair and skimmed through its thickness. “Slap my ass, baby,” I asked between my moans. “I want it a little rough.”

He smoothed his hand over my skin and gave it a smack. A gasp left my mouth. I felt the burn spread across my thigh.

“Want me to do it again?” Frank asked, staring at me through the flutter of his lashes.

I nodded.

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