I watched her throat move up and down as she swallowed.
“Y-yes,” she finally stuttered.
“Good girl,” I whispered, moving my hand up and finally—finally—cupping her perfect, soft tits.
She was the perfect fucking handful.
We groaned at the same time as I fondled her, pressing my lips once more over hers and kissing her like I was fucking dying and she was my last wish—and at this moment, it felt like it.
It felt like… absolution. Even if I hadn’t been looking for it. It felt freeing. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her. I felt it deep underneath my skin. My hands moved down to the hem of her shirt, slowly, carefully, pulling the fabric up.
She pulled away from the kiss and let me take the shirt off her. I took her in. The moon and a lone distant streetlight provided just enough light. From her wide eyes to her swollen lips, she was fucking mesmerizing. If I could keep her looking like this forever, I would.
I threw the shirt down on the passenger seat and gazed at her porcelain skin and a lacy black bra that did nothing to hide her shape.
I licked my lips, and she whimpered.
My hand moved to her back, and I unbuckled her bra.
She drew a shaky breath, but did nothing to stop me.
I pulled the flimsy fabric down her arms, revealing her tits to my gaze.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, molding one with my hand, her hard nipple poking at my palm. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She shot me a shy smile. Leaning back, I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She came willingly.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew she was only doing this to forget all that had happened in her life so far, and with what happened with that fucker, Lenny. She would probably come to regret this in the morning, but I couldn’t make myself stop.
Never had I felt so out of control.
I pulled away and kissed my way down, letting my lips smoothly glide over her jawline and down to her neck, and sucking on the skin there. The urge to give her a hickey was fucking strong—so that was what I did.
I sucked on the skin until I was sure I’d left my mark. Her fingers twined in my hair, pulling on it roughly every time I sucked.
Hell.
I moved my lips down to her collarbone, over the top of her tit, one to the other, and took her nipple into my mouth.
“Ahh… fuck, Silas!”
I met her eyes, never taking my lips away from her, sucking harder before I rolled the swollen nub with my teeth. Her back arched, pushing her more into me.
How responsive.
I wondered if she had always been like this. I shook away the thought, not wanting to think about her with other men. I might go on a fucking murder rampage.
“Hey—ow! Not so fucking hard, geez.” She slapped her hand on my shoulder, and I lessened my bite before letting go of her nipple from my teeth. I licked it in apology, and she went slack in my arms once more. I kept licking her until she was squirming in my lap and it was obvious she needed to come.
“Shift up a little for me,” I said, moving my hands to her hips and helping her out. I unbuttoned her jeans, pulling the zipperdown. She stared at me with dark eyes, her bottom lip going back between her teeth.
I leaned up and pulled it away with my own teeth before kissing her. My hand crept inside her pants, underneath her panties, until I was cupping her sweet, soft mound.
Fuck, but she was so wet.
She tensed and pulled away. I waited for her to tell me to let go. When she didn’t say anything, I started to move my fingers. Slowly at first, working her into a torturous frenzy. When she threw her head back on a loud moan, I quickened my pace, working my fingers over her swollen clit before moving down her slit toward her entrance.
I pushed one finger inside her. Her mouth opened but nothing came out as I finger-fucked her.