I slipped my fingers out of her easily as she snapped her head up to glare at me as I smirked at her.
“Cal!” She groaned, the urgency in her voice sending me insane.
I pulled her onto me, shifting so her knees were on either side of me. I used my fingers to guide my cock into her as she slowly lowered herself down onto me. She bit her lip as she accommodated my full length, wincing slightly as she moved up and down my shaft.
I steadied her by holding her hips, despite wanting to bury myself inside of her hard and deep. I couldn’t understand how she could still be so tight after fucking me for over a year, but she was.
I’m not complaining.
I tried to restrain myself as she groaned, riding me slowly, her hands on my neck. Her curls escaped the loose bun she had it in, her full lips open as she gasped. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. She opened her eyes and nodded at me wordlessly as I gripped her hips, moving her easily up and down the full length of my cock, causing her to cry out as I slammed her back down relentlessly.
Her mouth was on mine as she began to orgasm, and I picked up the pace, knowing how she liked it.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered into her ear as she cried out, gasping for breath. I let myself go, growling as I exploded, my balls tightening as I shot load after load deep into her.
She rested her head on my shoulder as we sat there, our bodies throbbing from the intensity of our lovemaking.
“I swear to God, no one in the world has sex like we do,” she muttered, and I smiled.
“You’re biased,” I reminded her in-between kisses. She pouted at me as she slid off me, my cock slick against my stomach. I pulled my jeans back up, the scent of sex hanging heavily in the car. She fixed her hair as I gazed at her, unable to believe she was mine. She pulled at her hairband, and her hair tumbled around her: my favorite thing in the world to watch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Biased, too,” she smirked.
I raised an eyebrow in response.
“I like the fact you have nothing to compare it to, Raven,” I muttered.
The thought of any man touching her made my blood boil in my veins.
“True. Maybe I should branch out, experiment, and see how it stands then?”
She was teasing, I knew that. But it didn’t stop me from narrowing my eyes at her.
“If you ever let another man touch you like I do, the next time you see him will be at his grave.”
She laughed and kissed me hard as I wrapped my arms around her.
“I love how possessive you are.”
I suppose I was. But I just wanted to protect her from all the dangers in the world—slimy bastards included.
“I thought you were hungry?” she teased.
I glanced down at her shorts and smirked.
“I was. Now for food. Best get takeout. Can’t sit in a restaurant like that, baby.”
She rolled her eyes as she clipped her seatbelt on, reminding me to do the same.
Same argument, different road.
“If you get stopped—” she started, sighing with annoyance.
“Which I won’t.”
She pursed her lips then, and I held back a smile.
