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“Hold still, or I won’t give you what you want.”
Isabella’s swallow is audible.
She exhales and props herself up on her elbows.
I move my fingers slowly, languidly as if we have all of the time in the world. Isabella’s breathing grows erratic and frantic as her release builds. When she’s close, I stop and withdraw my fingers. Isabella’s protest is muffled as she hangs her head low. I sink my nails into her hips and slam into her, filling her to the hilt.
Isabella gives me a heated look over her shoulders.
I ease out and slam back into her again, harder than before. “Is this what you want, dove? Tell me what you want.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me like this, sir.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, struggling to hear past the pounding in my ears. With a growl, I grip the back of her hair and tug backward. “I call the shots, remember?”
Isabella nods. “Yes.”
With that, I release her hair and return to gripping her hips. She bucks and writhes against me while I ease in and out of her in slow and practiced strokes. My release is building, steadily reaching a crescendo, but it isn’t enough.
Because I want to see her face as I fuck her brains out.
Abruptly, I ease out of Isabella and help her up. She looks startled as I pull her onto my lap and crush my lips against hers. Then she brings her hands to rest between us. Together, we move while the world outside the tinted windows rushes past in either direction. I push her hair out of her eyes, and she throws her head back and moans, exposing her neck to me.
I lick a path from her earlobes down to her neck.
She squirms and writhes against me. “Oh, Carter. Fuck.”
I sink my teeth into her sensitive skin, and she calls out my name. Over and over, I thrust upward, earning cry after cry of pleasure. When her breathing grows quicker, I release her hands, and she rakes her fingers over my back, sending dual waves of pain and pleasure through me.
When she winds her fingers through my hair, I crush her to me so she’s trapped between the front seat and myself.
Completely and utterly at my mercy.
Her hands move from massaging my scalp and sending little pinpricks up and down my arms to my shoulders. She grips them as if her life depends on it. Her body shakes and writhes as she rides out her orgasm, my name a prayer on her lips. I continue to thrust at a slow and even pace until she draws back to look at me.
I hold her gaze while my thrusts turn wild and frantic. She presses her slick and toned body against mine and exhales.
My own release comes rushing out of me, and I shudder. I crush Isabella to me as my lungs tighten. Little by little, my body stops trembling, and the tightness abates. Slowly, I use my thumb and forefinger to tilt Isabella’s head back. She gives me a sweet kiss, one that sends a wave of emotions washing over me. Without breaking our kiss, I help her climb off me and sink into the leather seat.
I let my arms fall to my sides and blow out a breath. “I’ve taught you well, dove.”
Her laugh is breathless and husky as she gropes for her clothes. Her fingers are trembling as she pulls the dress back on. Frowning at the tattered remains of her panties, she pauses to pull her stockings back up. Then she throws her head over her shoulders and gives me a pointed look.
“I’ll buy you more.” I pull my own pants back on and adjust the belt. “Maybe we should look into getting you the edible ones.”
Isabella raises an eyebrow. “I can’t wear those all the time. They’re uncomfortable.”
I tuck her into my side and press a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll have to go commando then.”
Isabella sputters. “I can’t go commando all the time. There are things that have to be worn with underwear.”
“Says who?”
“Says… everybody.”
