“Yes!” I cry out, gripping the edges of the seat. “God, I need to come.”
“You will, love. You’re so tight around me.”
Another spank and I’m aroused in every cell, breath shooting past my slack lips. The pain cuts through my mental fog and sends me catapulting towards a black hole of all-consuming pleasure. His continued rutting ensures there’s no turning back, leaving me a gasping wreck.
Even with its size and weight, the SUV rocks around us from Warner’s commanding strokes. For the life of me, I can’t find it in me to care if anyone can see what’s happening. Not until I’ve found the end point to this torturously building climax.
“After I break this greedy little pussy, you’re going to limp in there and make those idiots see who you belonged to first.” Warner doesn’t stop thrusting. “Ensure they understand.”
“You. Always you.”
“That’s right. You can kiss their lips and bat those bloody lashes, but you’ll have my seed running down your legs the whole time. I’ll be the one soaking into your skin.”
“Fuck, Warner!”
“And the next time Hyland decides to fill this cunt while I’m working in my office, I’ll walk in there and make him watch while I sample it first. Only then can he dare to take a taste for himself.”
This should not be so goddamn hot. It isn’t hot. Not even a little bit. Only it really fucking is and my core clenches around the steely force swelling inside it, promising a hard-earned end to the onslaught.
“You can let Hyland take you,” Warner continues gruffly. “Or Axel. Hell, even that dickhead Blaine if that’s what gets you wet and ready for me. As long as you don’t forget.”
“Forget… what?”
He hits me again, harder this time. Pain radiates across my rear, melting past tingling flesh to mingle with the treacle-like heat oozing through me. I’m close. So fucking close I can almost taste the orgasm.
“That.” He pummels into me, over and over. “You’re.” Another spank, right across my stinging ass cheek. “Still.” One more forceful pump. “Mine.”
We fall apart together, finding mutual destruction in each other’s climax. I feel myself clamp around him while Warner grips my hips in a vice, allowing him to sink in deep. We cry out in unison, creating a ragged chorus.
Heat rushes inside me then spreads, adding to the blissful agony of letting go. It’s a monumental surrender. My torso shakes and knees burn from the force of being suspended at his mercy, a willing recipient of his shooting seed.
Each tidal wave barging through me sets off more internal fireworks. Over and over. The sensation continues to rollthrough me, prolonging the endless torrent. It doesn’t stop even when his weight collapses onto my back, sending us both falling.
We tangle together on the backseat, no discernible space between our sweat-soaked limbs. I feel Warner slip out of me as he twists, allowing his release to spill onto my thighs. Common sense quickly rears its head at the strange feeling.
“We didn’t use protection,” Warner mutters.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Shit! I’m so sorry, Em. I got caught up and didn’t think.”
“It’s not just your responsibility,” I pant for air. “We both forgot.”
“Bloody hell. And I’ve trashed the backseat.”
Breaking out in laughter, I roll onto my back so I can look up at him. He’s half-slumped, half-braced over me, still trying to catch his breath. Seeing his baby blues so full of life makes me grin like a fucking idiot.
“You were worth the wait.”
His lips hook up in a matching smile. “Oh yeah?”
“I’d say so.”
“I may need a couple more rounds to make up my mind on that front. Care to volunteer?”
I run a hand over his mussed salt and pepper hair. “Believe we have a plane to catch.”
“It has a bedroom.”
