Page 80 of Braving the Storm
“God. I need you deep inside.” Briar whines.
“I know. I know, baby.” My eyes drop to watch my tip wedge into her center, forcing my way in because my girl might be messy and begging for my cock, but she’s the tightest fucking thing.
“Oh, fuck.” She throws her head back as I push forward. With every inch that I sink deeper, her walls ripple and adjust to my length, and holy hell, she’s the hottest, velvety little fist squeezing me relentlessly.
This angle? Her pretty little cunt is on perfect display, and visually, it’s gonna have me rapidly losing it, seeing her stretched around me like a dream. Except, with the way I’m currentlydrowning in the primal need to fuck her hard and filthy, we have to move.
She protests and gasps as I wrap her tight and maneuver us around the side of the vehicle so that she’s half hanging out the door to my truck. Briar tips back onto her elbows, with her knees spread wide, and now I’ve got exactly the angle I need to drive forward and own her just like my goddamn cuff around her wrist says I do.
“Show me your tits while I fill you up so much you’re gonna feel me running down your thighs.”
My hips pump forward with the slick sound of how wet my girl is for this filling the front seat of my truck. She fumbles and drags the material up over her bra, and the soft, squeezed valley of her breasts isn’t enough. “Show me properly,” I say through a clenched jaw. Jesus. My balls are already tight and ready to spend.
Briar moans as she hooks the soft cup and pulls it down on one side. She can’t reach the other, and that’s when her head drops between her shoulders, and her eyes hit me with a hypnotic mix of panic and lust and the overwhelming sensation that she’s about to shatter for me, again.
I can’t help myself. She’s too easy to read.
“Did you hear a car, my pretty girl?” Holding her legs so tightly, she can’t squirm away, Briar makes a whining noise and claws the seat. Not wanting to admit just how much that fucking turns her on. Not wanting to dare acknowledge that deep down inside, she’s a slut for my cock being buried inside her, right out in the open, where someone could see us like this.
“Fuck yes. Grip me harder, just like that. You get more and more turned on at the idea of somebody knowing about us? You want someone to see you with your legs spread for your uncle?”
Those chestnut eyes are lust-blown, plush mouth hanging open.
Each thrust intensifies as I know she’s about to tumble over the edge.
“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I won’t tell anyonehow my dirty little niece likes it best when her uncle’s fat cock is buried deep inside her cunt.”
My girl’s spine bows off the bench seat as she trembles and shatters on a low moan.
“Do you want someone to know you’re my little fucktoy who gets wet just thinking about belonging to me?”
Briar lets out the sexiest noises, whimpering as her pussy spasms and contracts around me over and over. The heady sensation pulls me with her, dragging up all the feral praise I know she wants to hear.
How perfect she is. How I want to fuck her again the second we get home. How I spend all day thinking about her being my sweet plaything to have whenever and wherever I want.
It’s that idea, of getting exactly that and more that has me letting out a string of curses. Tension bursts at the base of my spine in a blinding rush, and before I know it, I’m shoving deep, spilling inside as she clutches the seat and gives me every single piece of her.
My thundering heart flies around and tries to escape my chest as I thrust lazily in and out, letting us both come down gradually, slowly, because I don’t know exactly what Briar is feeling right this second but if it’s anywhere approaching how I’m feeling right now, it’s goddamn perfect.
This right here, has surely got to be perfection.
A gorgeous girl who deserves the world, and somehow thinks I’m worthy of just a fraction of her time.
Someone I’m not supposed to have.
So, I do what I do best. I shove those thoughts aside and cling to the here and now as tightly as I ever did with my rope hand while trying not to get thrown off in the arena before my brief moment in the spotlight came to an end.
I pull out with a hiss, and keep holding her thighs wide in order to survey the sight of her, flushed and swollen and glistening with the evidence of being thoroughly owned.
She nibbles her bottom lip, staring at me. “Was I good enough to earn a taste?”
A wickedness settles at the corners of my mouth as I lower my head and hover just over the spot where my cum is starting to well at her entrance. Keeping my gaze on her the entire time.
“You sure were, darlin’. Let me clean you up first, then I’ll give you a taste of exactly how well you did.”
Chapter 26
“City girl… what cha doin’ down here?”
