Page 34 of Give Me Forever Love

“What if I don’t wanna go?” She quirks her brow.

“Oh, you’ll go. ” I pull her back to me, kissing her lips again.

“Bossy as always,” she says between kisses. I smile. “Stop talking.” I pull up her shirt out of the back of her skirt and run my fingers underneath it, touching her soft skin. Her hands go in my hair and she scrapes my scalp with her nails. Her breasts press against my chest.

Her scent, her skin, her touch, it all drives me mad. I can’t get enough. She moans when I bite her lip and that’s all it takes.

“Come on,” I say, pulling away and pushing off the car. “I want you.”

“Your family’s up there,” she says, running her middle finger over her bottom lip. My eyes jump back up to hers.

“Why?”

She shrugs. “They wanted to see you.”

I groan, torn on what to do. She licks her lips and I have my answer. “They can wait.” I grab her hand and pull her with me as I walk to the garage where my cars are. Once we make it around the building and up to where my space is, I enter in the code and the door slides up. We walk inside as the lights all blink on. I turn and press the button for the door to shut again.

“Holy shit,” she says, her eyes scanning over my collection of classics. They shine in the light, beautiful, perfect, just like her. I toss my blazer on top of a 1973 Porsche 911S. I grab her, pushing her against the wall.

Looking into her eyes, I narrow mine. I see my whole life; I see my better half.

“I love you,” I say. Her eyes look to my lips, and in a split of a moment she kisses me. We become fire and melt into each other, passion overrides thought, and hands roam everywhere. She grabs my button-up shirt and rips it open, buttons flying around us. Her warm fingers run up the front of my white T-shirt, black nails scraping over my skin.

I watch her in wonder. How did I find someone so sweet and beautiful? I reach down and undo my pants and belt just before I grab her again.

Touching the side of her face, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. She takes it into her mouth and bites down, sending a jolt of energy to my cock. I swallow as her hand drops down the back of my loose pants and she grabs my ass.

I pull my thumb from her mouth and reach down, bringing her skirt up and around her hips. My finger skims over the front of her lacy panties and my eyes go to her neck when her head falls back against the wall.

“Did you miss this?” I ask, my voice deep as I slip past her panties and slide two fingers inside of her.

She lifts her head back up, looking at me with gray-blue hooded eyes. I finger her slowly, curling my two fingers, and then she smiles.

That goddamnsmile.

I kiss her again. Her hands go to my face as I rub her clit with my thumb and finger fuck her. She feels so amazing. Words can’t fully describe what it’s like to be with her like this. I’ve fucked countless women, but never has it been so meaningful. She doesn’t just make me feel good on the outside; she makes me feel good on the inside.

The blackest souls could burn white from her love. I breathe hard as I thrust inside her, moving her body up the wall.

“I’m going to come,” she says, her hands moving from my face to my shoulders with a firm grip.

“Good,” I reply. “Come.” I rub her clit faster as her eyes close. She moans and then I feel her tighten around my fingers as her thighs shake.

I quickly pull my fingers out of her and grab my cock. Lifting her up, I slide inside and hiss at how tight and wet she is. “Jesus, fuck,” I curse, my lips touching hers as we breathe each other in. No two people could be closer than we are. Like this, I feel like I’m on top of the world.

My thighs burn, and my abs tighten. She bounces on my cock, and I wish I could see her breast. I walk us over to my matte black 1950 Chevy pickup. Opening the passenger door, I put her down onto the bench seat. “Take your shirt off, K.” She lifts her blouse above her head, and I pull down her bra before leaning down and sinking my teeth into her full flesh.

Her hands go to my hair and she pulls on the strands. I move, hitting the right spot because she sucks in a deep breath of air, her body slightly twisting.

Resting one arm on the side of the seat, I hold on to her thigh with the other and fuck her until we’re both nothing but rushed breaths and pounding hearts. Sweat slides down my back as her heels dig into my back and I come with an exhausted groan, resting my forehead on her chest.

We lie for a few moments, trying to catch our breath before I sit up and put myself back together. I remove my button-up and toss it into the back of the truck, while K stands and straightens her skirt before putting her blouse back on and tucking it in.

She looks in the side mirror of the truck and tries to fix herself, but she looks just fucked and there’s nothing she can do about it. K exhales and runs her fingers under her eyes before turning to me.

“I think it’s going to be pretty obvious to your family what we’ve been doing.”

I smirk. “You look good to me.” She rolls her eyes. I pull her close and kiss her lips. “We better head up.”

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