Page 186 of Pucking Strong

“Look atme,” I press. “In the windshield. Look at my reflection.”

He glances up, seeing the shadows of us reflected by the moon and stars above. His hands on my hips soften their crushing hold.

“There you are,” I say with a smile. “Just breathe for a sec. Keep looking at me and breathe.”

Slowly, he begins to thrust again. I can hardly bear the pleasure of being filled so full. I brace against the hood of the Porsche with both hands as he sinks all the way. Tension coils in my gut as my own urge to come presses in on me.

“You’re in control,” I pant, moving my hips against him. “No one comes until you say. Just take me. Take your pleasure from me. God, take anything.”

With a desperate groan, Henrik wraps his hands around me, bracing against my chest. I feel his warm breath at my ear as he pants. “You feel so good, min kärlek. I can’t bear it.”

I tip my head back, exposing my neck to his lips as he fucks me in earnest. Our hips slap together as he claims me over and over.Deeper. Harder. His hand grips tightly to my shoulder, then he’s rocking back on a shout. Oh god, he’s fucking pounding me, and I can’t get enough. His energy is so chaotic and beautiful.

Speaking of chaos, I feel like a lit fuse, seconds away from detonation. The spark is sizzling closer and closer to the pile of TNT that is my waiting orgasm. My fingers are tingling, balls twitching. He’s not even touching my dick yet. When he does, it’s all over. “Henrik!”

His hand shifts from my shoulder to around my neck. Then he’s pulling me back, the pressure at my neck firm. My hands wrap around to reach any part of him I can. I pull on his shirt, his hair, seeking any purchase.

“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Pinch your nipples.”

“Oh fuck.” Breathless and trembling, I brush my hands down my chest, rubbing my thumbs over the fabric of my shirt. My nipples are peaked beneath the fabric.

Then his hand is gone from my neck, and he’s clawing my shirt up my torso and off, tugging it over my head. I feel like I’m free-falling, arms in the air, pinned by the calves to the Porsche as he keeps his dick buried inside me. He tosses the shirt into the dirt and pulls out of me.

Gasping for air, I fall forward, catching myself with my hands on the hood. My pants are wrapped around my knees, keeping me trapped.

“Off,” he commands. “Take them off.”

I’m dizzy with lust. God, he’s fucked the sense right out of me. “My pants? You want me buck naked where any passing pelican can see me?”

“I want you spread wider,” he growls in my ear. “I want to get deeper.”

Swallowing an eager whimper, I kick off my left shoe, tugging my knee up until it comes free of my pant leg. Then Henrik grabs my thigh and spreads me wider, bending me forward back over the hood of his goddamn Porsche. My left knee balances on the sleek surface, fingers of both hands splayed. I cry out as Henrik buries himself to the hilt inside me. “Fuck, fuck—”

He begins to thrust again, his hands on my hips jerking me back and back. He sinks deeper and we both moan. The glide of his cock against my prostate has me squirming. Forget the box of TNT. Forget Icarus shooting towards the sun. I’m a fucking meteor. There’s no stopping this. I told Henrik he was in control, but nothing will stop me coming now.

“Henrik—” I chant his name, my own prayer.

His hand snakes around my hip, and he finally takes my dick in hand, stroking it from root to tip. “Come for me, mitt hjärta. Fill my hand.”

His permission unleashes me. Clenching tight on the dick in my ass, I roll with my hips, thrusting my hard shaft into his lubed fist, once, twice. My orgasm overtakes me, and I’m coming on a garbled shout. My warm release fills his hand as he strokes me hard, making a sticky mess all over my shaft that drips down from my balls onto the hood of the car.

Taking his cum-soaked hand, Henrik roughly grabs my chin, twisting his hold on me to sink two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

Groaning, I lick and suck my jizz from his fingers, crying out when he finally unleashes inside me. His hot cum fills me and he rocks against my ass, keeping himself buried deep, slowly thrusting as he rides out the last cresting wave of his orgasm.

My jaw hurts, my arms are shaking, and my asshole has its own heartbeat from the pounding it just took. But I feel so happy, and so incredibly full. Henrik’s dick slips out of me, his cum leaking down my thighs. He pulls me to him, turning me around to wrap me in a hug. I cling to him, my face pressed to his shoulder. I don’t care that I’m naked with only one shoe, my pants twisted around my ankle. I’m Henrik’s. Claimed, body and soul. Nothing else matters.

I pull away just long enough to kiss him. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “Henrik, baby, I love you so much.”

He smiles down at me, his hands moving all over me, soothing every ache and pain. He cups my cheek, and I know this is the moment. He’s finally going to say it, my man of few words. But these are words we both need. God, how I’ve waited for them. “Teddy, I—”

He goes tense. Then he curses in Swedish, spinning me around to block me with his body. I see the bright headlights before I hear the crunching of the gravel under tires. “Oh, fuck!”

“Stay behind me,” he shouts, tucking his dick back in his pants.

“Babe—I only have one shoe!” And my pants are inside out at my ankle. And I have no shirt. But I’ll be fucked if I let whoever’s in that car get a shot of me hopping around on one foot with my dick flapping in the wind, trying to get my pants to go outside in.

A big SUV rolls to a stop at the mouth of the parking lot, blasting rock music, headlights shining. I feel like an idiot hiding behind Henrik, both my hands on his shoulders. He stands before me, shirt ripped open, pants unbuttoned. At least his dick is tucked away. He lifts a hand, guarding his eyes from the sharp glare. He’s so tense, ready to slay this steel dragon for me.

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