“Just like that,” I encourage, dragging my fingers out from between her lips and gripping her jaw. “You didn’t wear panties, because you wanted to be ready for my cock, is that it? You wanted to make it as easy as possible for me to fuck you. Anywhere I want to. Any way I want to. Yeah?”
“Yes…”
She closes her eyes, her hand tightening around me.
“Then get on my dick, baby girl,” I murmur, before kissing her hard.
Her lips move against mine, little mewls and whimpers pouring into my mouth as our tongues slide together. She rises up, lifting her skirt a little so that it covers both of our laps, and then angling my cock so that the tip of it nudges her entrance. She sinks down slowly, working herself open on my shaft, taking me deeper each time she lifts up and drops her hips again.
When I’m almost fully buried inside her, she slams her hips down the rest of the way, gasping at what’s probably a mixture of pleasure and pain. The sound goes right to my goddamn balls, making them draw up tight, and I rest my forehead against hers, doing my best not to blow my load right here and now.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp. “Never felt anything better than this.”
“Me neither,” she whispers back.
Our foreheads stay pressed together, our breaths colliding and our noses brushing as I grab her ass with both hands, dragging her up and down on my cock. There’s not enough room for her to ride me hard, but the way my dick stays mostly buried in her wet heat as she clenches drives me fucking crazy.
She lets out soft, plaintive noises, and I can tell she’s getting close when she drops her head, burying her face in my neck as her inner walls clamp tight around my cock like a damn vise.
“Fuck, yes.” My fingers dig deeper into her ass cheeks, my shaft pulsing angrily as I grit my teeth, trying to hold on for a few more seconds. “Fuck.Fuck.”
“Aiden!”
She half whispers and half screams my name, the word muffled against my skin, her whole body locking up as I impale her as deeply as I can. My stomach clenches as I fill her up with my cum, grinding against her as my cock throbs.
I empty myself completely, and even after I’ve given her everything I have, I don’t let go of my hold on her. My arms wrap around her again, keeping her pressed to me, all delicate softness to my hardness.
When she lifts her head from the crook of my neck, her cheeks are flushed, her pupils still so large that they nearly overwhelm the green of her irises.
She looks like a fucking goddess.
Like the kind of angel that brings out the devil in men like me.
She looks freshly fucked and wild.
But most of all, she looks likemine.
“You’re going to sit with my cum in your sweet little pussy all the way home,” I tell her, not bothering to hide the possessiveness in my voice. “And as soon as we get back, I’m going to fuck you properly. There’s not enough room to maneuver in this goddamn car.”
“I don’t know.” She grins, her eyes dancing. “I thought we managed it pretty well.”
The teasing tone of her voice makes me grin too, even though I meant what I said. I couldn’t resist taking her right now, but as satisfying as it was, I want the luxury of more space so that I can undress her and take my time devouring every inch of her before I make her come again.
Lifting her up with a firm grip on her hips, I help her clamber back across the middle console and settle into the passenger seat, taking a kind of savage pride in the knowledge that my cum and hers are smearing over her inner thighs as she sits down and buckles her seatbelt.
She glances over to find me watching her like a hungry wolf, and instead of shrinking away or turning cold like she once would’ve, she leans over and kisses me, soft and light and so fucking tempting.
I like her like this. So open and easy.
It’s as if we’ve both finally come around to the idea that we truly are going to be together no matter what. Every step we took away from each other just led us around a circular path that brought us right back to each other.
Everything feels right now that Rose isn’t denying what she feels and I’m not pretending I hate her. We’re past fighting this, because there’s nothing to fight. This thing between us? It’sreal.
I know it’s real when we get home and I kiss her, pushing her against the front door as I taste the skin of her neck. I know it’s real when I trace her body as I undress her, guiding us through doors and over steps as we make our way upstairs.
I know we’re meant to be when Rose pulls me onto the bed and we don’t leave for the next few hours.
It’s still unbelievable how much has changed. Hours later, I listen to her even breathing as we relax in the sheets, and I think about how much we’ve gone through to get here.
