Page 64 of Total Shutdown

In a single thrust, he slams into me, filling my pussy full.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” he moans, hips pulling away and pistoning back in.

“Is that all you have?” I goad, offering him a bratty smirk.

One hand wraps around my throat, fire burning bright in his green irises. “Oh, Collins, you haven’t seen anything yet. I’m gonna fuck you so good on the hood of my car.”

Thrust.

“Then …”

Thrust.

“I’m going to throw you around my bedroom all damn night.”

Thrust.

My jaw hangs open at the way he plows into me—without mercy but still with expert precision. Tonight, this man isdefinitelynot a six out of ten.

“I prefer to be tied up, edged, and whipped.” My confession hangs between us as Sawyer stills his hips.

“What was that?” A devilish smirk spreads across his face.

I reach forward and palm his ass, pistoning him into me. “I said, I like to be tied up, edged, and whipped.”

He fucks me, and I release all over his dick.

Sawyer drops his head to see where we’re joined, watching me come hard—not only from the way he just fucked me in a public place on the hood of his car, but at the thought of living out my kinks with him.

“Dirty. Fucking. Girl,” he moans, capturing my mouth with his. “Does my girl have kinks?”

I gush all over him again, and he slams into me, my grip on his ass tightening.

“I like to be played with in bed. Tease me, and I’ll see fucking stars. Play with my senses too.”

On a guttural groan that has me crying out his name, Sawyer spills inside me, face falling to the crook of my neck and a gentle whimper leaving his throat.

A good few beats of silence pass before our breathing jointly evens out, and he picks his head back up to look at me, his large palm wrapping around the back of my head, fingers toying with my hair.

“That has to be at least an eight, right?” he asks hopefully.

A giggle bubbles out of me. It’s sweet and a complete juxtaposition to the filthy words we shared a few seconds ago. My hand moves from his ass to a button on the collar of his shirt, opening it and giving me a better view of his tattooed chest and pierced nipple that I love to play with.

“You fucked me so good, Baby,” I praise.

His dick twitches inside me, and he pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants, leaving me agonizingly empty.

“Let me get you back to my place before I fuck you here again.” He runs his hands over my arms. “It’s freezing, and I need you warm and under my sheets.”

I go to push off his hood, but he cups my face in his palm.

“Collins.”

“Yeah?”

Sawyer blows out a breath. “Is it okay for me to think of you as mine yet? Or do you need more time?”

I pause for a brief second, possibly too long for him, as he speaks again. “It’s fine. I can wait a little longer.”

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