Page 53 of Volatile

I’m looking at my hand that should not have his ring on it when my body moves up the metal and I’m sure the car rocks from the force he enters me. A scream rips from my throat and my hands fly out, grabbing his biceps as he folds over me and curls his fingers around the top of the hood near the windshield. I have to wrap my legs around his waist, so I’m fixed to something and there’s nothing but feral need staring back at me.

“Fuck, you make me forget everything.”

The admission has me smiling, at least I’m not alone in whatever club I’ve ended up in.Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull his face closer so I can mute myself. Our tongues battle while our hips do the same and I know I’m not imagining the world moving under me with every thrust. Calloused hands drop to my waist and my chest pushes up, begging for attention. Not having the thin barrier is the most amazingly reckless thing I have ever done, every ridge presses into me, igniting my nerves with desire.

He flattens his hand on my sternum as he massages across my chest. Slowly moving up until it’s wrapped around my neck, he squeezes the sides to have my full attention. My nails must be digging into his skin when he roughly pulls me down and stares between my thighs, groaning, “You take my dick like you were made to, my perfect slut.”

Hearing that word from his lips gives it a different meaning to every other time it’s been directed at me. There’s no demeaning tone or disgust directed at me; he’s building me up with the very thing that’s been thrown at me to tear me down.

We’re moving further away from the building as he fucks me harder, and he pulls me back equally as rough. I cling to him and pull on his shirt until I can wrap my arms around his neck. He curses under his breath and picks me up with his arm banded around my waist, his lips skimming my cheek with his apology.

“Forgot the brake, sweetness.”

Air leaves me in an exhausted laugh but I don’t give a fuck about anything other than being wrapped around him.My inner muscles tighten with every slow tortured step he takes until I’m pressed against the wall. He slaps both hands on my ass and pulls my cheeks apart, fucking up into me, asking another question.

“Thing you love to do?”

Pushing my hips down, I rotate them with a smirk, knowing the answer will drive us both wild.

“You.”

It’s somehow the wrong answer because I’m dropped to my feet, and he grabs my face with both hands. I’m not coherent enough to protest when Vitali robs me of thought and kisses me so fiercely I’m sure we’re in the middle of a battlefield.

Mentally I’m knocked off balance from the force of his lips and he does it physically too when he spins me to face the wall and presses his palm in the middle of my back.

“Fuck, Tali. More.” My words are garbled around a moan as he strokes his dick against my clit. I’m so fucking close and he changes pace. His hand is buried in my hair, making my back bow and cold air touches my skin with the suit jacket opening up to the elements. Soft lips move across my shoulder, and he hugs me from behind with a gentle order.

“Put me in, my hands are dirty.”

There are grease stains from him gripping the hood and I push my ass back as I line him up. My eyes roll back in my head at his manners as he softly kisses my nape.

“Thank you, sweetness.”

The gentleness doesn’t last long, and my neck is bent back. Lips dance up the side and we both go still as he slowly pushes into me. Fuck, that’s better than the hard thrusts. Every muscle in my body tightens, trying to hold back while he makes it his mission to interrogate me.

“Thing, you, love?” It’s stilted and broken up by his thrusts. Biting into the point where my neck and shoulder meets, he growls my name in a low deadly tone. “Anastasia?”

Oh fuck, I can’t think, and the truth slips out around a moan.

“Cooking.”

It’s post-climax Stasi’s issue whatever leaves my mouth, and he angles his hips, asking more questions while I lose control under the force of my climax.

“Favorite food?”

“Chicken.”

“Dream?”

“Wake up with your dick inside me.”

“Another.”

“Travel.”

“Another.”

“Motorbike.”

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