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“Alldamn night, babe. That was amazing.”
Sittingback in her seat, she looks pleased with herself.
“Fairwarning, when we get home, I’m going to fuck you ragged.”
“Whywait until we get home?” Her sly look lets me know she isn’t kidding, and herlaughter fills the car as I take the next exit. We’re downtown where there isno shortage of twenty four hour businesses and clubs, so I try the first placethat comes to mind; a parking garage.
It’slate enough that no one is parked on the top level and I pull into a spot in adark corner. Who knew she had a little exhibitionist in her as well?
ChapterThirteen
Sadie
Justusparks in a corner of the garage, and I instantly slam my mouth to his. I’venever been so worked up in my life.
Hisbreath catches when I shove my tongue in his mouth, and he groans, fisting myhair in his hand as he kisses me hard. My shirt is ripped off and thrown ontothe dash. “Back seat,” he growls, smacking my ass when I climb between theseats.
Aftertaking a second to slide the driver seat up, and fold the passenger seatforward, he joins me in the back. His hands ghost over my thighs before rippingmy panties off and tossing them aside. Glad I wore a skirt. Eyes the color of aforest at midnight burn into mine. “Bend over,” he orders, gesturing to thefolded passenger seat.
Asmuch as the order turns me on, I’m not letting him take charge. This time it’smy turn. Ignoring his demand, I unfasten his jeans and yank them to his kneesalong with his underwear, then push him until he’s sitting. “Take your shirtoff.”
Heobeys, smirking as I straddle him, but it fades quickly once I lower myselfonto his cock. “Fuck, Sweets,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“Shit.A condom,” I gasp, reveling in the feel of his skin against mine. “In mypurse.”
“Areyou on birth control?”
“Yes,I have an implant.”
“I’mclean, Sade. I promise.”
I’mbeing stupid and I know it, but it just feels too damn good to stop now. “Samehere.”
Hislips roam my face, my neck, my collarbone, leaving tiny licking kisses in theirwake. “I want you bare. I want you in every way I can have you, in every placewe can think of.”
Plantingmy hands on the back of the seat, I lift and lower myself slowly, drawing amoan of pleasure from both of us. His head falls back, eyes shut as I continuea slow, even pace that drives us both crazy. It’s so good, but not nearlyenough.
Whenhe grabs my hips and tries to roll me off of him, I hold the seat and grip histhighs with my knees. “Nope. You’re going to sit there and let me fuck you,” Itell him.
I’mmet with a blazing stare, but I choose that moment to let him have it.Spreading my legs further, I press my knees down and out, forcing him deeperinside me, and work my hips like I’ll never have another chance.
Histhrusts upward meet mine and the world around me fades as we fuck like ourlives depend on it. I’m beyond being concerned about who’s in control. Beyondeverything but the primal need to fuck and come. To surrender to the urge Ialways feel when I’m near him. His hands dig into my ass as I fist his hair,pulling it hard, my nails biting into his flexing bicep. Words spill from mymouth, but I couldn’t even tell you what I was saying. I think “I love yourcock” may have been uttered at some point.
Thewindows fog with our breath and the mingled smell of sex and sweat permeate thecar. The only thought in my head is that I could do this forever, stay in thisspot forever, fuck this man until I die of old age.
Withoutwarning, I’m struck with a violent orgasm that streaks through me like awildfire, forcing his name from my lips. His arms wrap around me, holding metight as I tremble and shiver, the spasms dragging on and on.
Hepulls me off of him and lays me on my back on the folded down front seat,palming his cock. “Your tits,” he growls, and climbs onto me, scooting up untilhe can press my breasts together and slide his slick cock between them. Itdoesn’t take but a few strokes before he comes on my chest.
Ican’t take my eyes off of him as he loses control; head tilted back, eyessqueezed shut, the tendons in his neck pulled tight as if he’s in pain. Hishair is pasted to his temples and sweat runs down his chest. The expression onhis face squeezes my heart. I’m the only one who gets to see him like this, theonly one who gets to bring him to this state of vulnerability. He’s so damnbeautiful, and he’s mine.
Regainingcontrol, he sits back on my hips, gazing down at me. I’m covered in sweat withhis semen dripping down my chest, but you’d think he was staring at someamazing beauty. “You are too damn good to be true,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“Iwas just thinking the same thing.”
Hescoops up his discarded shirt and uses it to wipe off my chest, a small mischievousgrin blooming.
“You’repretty satisfied with yourself aren’t you?” I giggle, sitting up.
