“No panties either,” she whispers, her voice dripping with lust as she grinds against me, her wet pussy sliding over me. “Just like last time.”
“Fuck, Liana,” I growl, my hands gripping her ass as I pull her closer, feeling her heat. “You’re killing me.”
“Worth it,” she teases, her lips brushing mine before she kisses me harder. She gets my belt undone, yanks the zipper down, and then her hand is on my cock, stroking me with a slow, deliberate grip that makes my vision blur.
“Liana—” I choke out, my hips bucking into her hand as she works me, her thumb smearing the precum over the tip. “I need to be inside you.Now.”
“Then take me,” she says, her voice raw with need as she shifts, positioning herself over me. “Take what is yours, Santino.”
I don’t need another word. I guide my cock to her entrance, and when I thrust up, sinking into her tight, wet pussy, we both groan, the sound filling the car. She’s so fucking perfect,gripping me like a vice, and her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I’ll wear like a badge.
“Santino—” she moans, her head falling back as she starts to move, riding me slow and deep, her pussy clenching around me with every roll of her hips.
“Fuck, I know,” I growl, kissing her hard, my tongue plunging into her mouth as I thrust up to meet her, driving deeper. “You feel so damn good.”
It’s raw, desperate, every ounce of need we’ve been holding back for weeks exploding in this moment. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I yank her dress down, freeing them so I can suck on her nipples, teasing them with my teeth until she’s whimpering, her pussy tightening around my cock. Her hands grip my hair, pulling me closer, and I’m lost in her—the slick heat of her, the way she moans my name like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.
“Harder,” she gasps, her voice breaking as she grinds down on me, taking me deeper. “Fuck me harder, Santino.”
“Anything you want,” I growl, my hands gripping her ass as I slam up into her, the rhythm fast and punishing. The car rocks with us, the windows fogging up, but I don’t care—nothing exists except her pussy milking my cock, her moans filling my ears, the way she’s falling apart for me.
I slide one hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles, and she cries out, her body trembling as she gets closer. “Come for me, Liana,” I rasp, my lips against her throat. “I wanna feel you come all over my cock.”
That pushes her over the edge. She screams my name, her pussy clenching so tight it drags me with her, and I come hard, spilling inside her with a groan that feels like it’s ripped from mysoul. We collapse together, panting, her body limp against mine, my cock still twitching inside her as we try to catch our breath.
Her head rests on my shoulder, her breath hot against my neck, and for a long moment, we just stay there, tangled in the front seat, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. My hands stroke her back, her hair, grounding myself in the feel of her as my heart pounds.
“Fuck, Liana,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, my voice hoarse. “I’m never letting you go, even if it kills me.”
She laughs, a soft, sated sound, and tilts her head to look at me, her eyes still hazy with pleasure but warm with love. “Good way to go, though, right?”
“The fucking best,” I say, brushing her hair back, my thumb tracing her swollen lips.
She laughs softly, the sound breathless and satisfied. "We steamed up the windows."
I look around and realize she's right—the windows are completely fogged over, obscuring the view in every direction.
I grin, wiping a streak through the condensation with my thumb. My cock’s still half-hard inside her, twitching with every clench of her pussy.
She shivers when I pull out, a soft whine escaping her lips. I tuck myself away, but the sight of her—dress pushed up, tits out, thighs spread and glistening—makes my dick throb again already.
"Your car is going to smell like sex," she points out with amusement in her voice.
"I don't care," I tell her honestly, because I don't care about anything except the woman in my arms. “I’m never cleaning it again if it smells like you.”
She turns her head to look at me, her eyes soft and happy in a way I've never seen before. "Hi," she says simply.
"Hi." I touch her face gently, looking into her eyes and seeing my entire future reflected there. "I love you."
The words come out before I can stop them, raw and honest and carrying everything I feel for this incredible woman.
She goes very still, her eyes widening. "What?"
"I love you, Liana." I cup her face in my hands, making sure she can see the truth in my eyes. "I'm completely in love with you."
Tears fill her eyes as she stares at me. "Santino—"
"I need you to know that," I continue, needing her to understand. "Before anything else. Before we talk about what happens next. I love you—not the alliance, not the business. You. The woman who drives me insane."
