“Just with you, Viola.” He smiles, pulling me closer and pressing his mouth to mine. “Only you.”
I count to three before I can no longer take it and demand he fucks me. He has me reach behind to grab a condom out of his center console.
“Condoms in your car? Really?” I ask as I hand it to him. “Could you be any more cliché?
“Could you be any more desperate to ride it?” he counters, a sly smirk on his face, having zero shame.
I roll my eyes, pinching my lips together to hold in an amused chuckle. Why is it even the most crass things he says makes me melt like a pathetic love-sick puppy?
Sitting back, I watch him lower his shorts and roll the condom over his massive hard-on. He grabs my hips and positions my body over him, sliding in slowly. He looks up at me, watching for my reaction. My eyes flutter closed as the sensation takes over my body, and everything turns white. God, the way he makes me feel is indescribable. I hate him and his cocky attitude. The way he knows how to get exactly what he wants, even when I’m fighting it inside.
I’m completely losing myself in him. With every second, my heart beats a little faster, falls a little deeper, and every time his mouth covers mine, I forget how much he broke me in the past.
“Your pussy squeezes my dick so fucking hard,” he growls, fisting his hand in my hair as his other hand digs into my hip, rocking my body against his. His words make me grind into him faster and faster, wanting to see the look of satisfaction on his face.
“Fuck, princess. You like it so goddamn rough, don’t you?” His head falls back against the seat again, both hands gripping my waist as he arches his hips and pounds into me harder.
“Yesyesyesyes…” I cry, feeling him all the way inside me.
“One more,” he says, knowing exactly what he wants from me, but I’m not sure I can. My body is aching.
“I can’t,” I breathe out, panting. I’ve already counted to seven.
I see a sly smirk spread across his face. I know that look. “Oh, come on, you’re not even trying.”
“Screw you,” I hiss, knowing it’s exactly the reaction he’s looking for.
He chuckles, reaching up and pulling my shirt and bra up. He sits up while keeping me in his lap and licks the tip of my nipple that’s standing at attention. He blows warm air over it while massaging the other one. I rock my hips faster against him as he wraps his mouth around the nipple and sucks it into his mouth.
He moans his approval, and before he can move to my other nipple, I count out number eight. I’m completely spent. My legs feel numb from kneeling around him and my back feels like it might give out at any moment.
“Stay with me, Viola,” he says, looking up at me. He must sense my exhaustion because before I can come to terms with what he’s doing, he wraps an arm around my waist and repositions us. Soon, I’m lying flat against the seats with him on top of me. “I see those years of gymnastics are paying off.” He spreads my legs wider, pushing himself back inside before I can think of a comeback.
There’s nothing sweet or romantic about what Travis King does to me next. He jackhammers into me, pulling all the way out and ramming back inside me as if he has a point to prove. With every movement, it’s almost as if he’s claiming me as his.
I brace my hands above my head on the panel as he palms my breast with so much force, I’m certain they’ll bruise. But that doesn’t even compare to what his dick is doing to me right now. He’s so fucking hard, and my pussy is so damn sore that I can’t keep up with his pace.
“Goddammit, Viola,” he growls, his hips never slowing down. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t control myself around you.”
I arch my hips in response, feeling him slide in even deeper. He hits just the right spot before I’m screaming out his name, and he’s moaning his release. I feel him tighten as he digs his fingers into my thighs, his back arching with every burst I feel inside me.
“Holy fuck,” I hear him mumble, his chest rising and falling. My breaths come out in short bursts, trying to catch up.
Before we have time to say anything, a bright light flashes into the rear windshield.
“What the hell?”
My head pops up just as Travis slides out of me and looks.
“Oh my God.” I finally see what he sees, and we both rush to adjust ourselves. He pulls his shorts up, I yank my shirt back down, and we both rush to our seats, fighting to get our clothes back on.
Just as I buckle my belt back into place, a knock startles us both as a cop appears on Viola’s side of the car.
Chapter 20
Travis
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath again as the tapping of the flashlight on the window rings through the car. I lower it, and the cop shines the light right in my face.
