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My hand slipped down and I thrust two fingers inside her heat.
Wet.
Enough.
Still teasing her, I worked the buckle of my belt with my other hand. Pants slung low on my hips, I positioned my cock and thrust.
She was still tight, still close to dry, still straining to accommodate my size.
A ripple of pleasure moved down my spine and I held back my groan. I’d wanted this, this feeling of force and surrender.
I leaned in, both hands on the Dodge on either side of her head and licked her ear before biting down until she shuddered—a whole body spasm under me, milking me.
Her thighs spread wider to accommodate me.
“Your cunt feels like heaven.” Emphasizing the point, I pulled back my hips before slamming back in.
Already, she moaned, so quietly it would have been lost, except I was so close to her lips I felt her breath escaping. My tongue dived into her mouth chasing the sound.
Hungry.
My hips snapped, rocking her as I fucked her.
The angle of my body rubbed up against her clit until small moans became louder groans, a whispered chant as she gripped onto me.
Nails bit into my biceps, pain urging me harder.
Her orgasm tore a cry from her lips as she stiffened under me. Every muscle in her body locked tight as her pussy squeezed down on me.
A warm rush ran through my body, my cock swelling to the point of aching until my skin felt so tight I was aware of every frisson as aftershocks travelled through her twitching body. She rose and fell against the car as she panted lightly.
I straightened, my cock still buried deep inside her body—a trickle of her juices running down my balls.
My thumb brushed over her puffy clit and she gasped. I liked that.
YOU EVER FUCK A TOY UNTIL IT WAS BROKEN?
CHAPTER16
Zara
I slipped downthe hood as Val hooked his forearms under my thighs, grabbed me by the waist and tugged me toward him. My pelvis lifted, suspended as he began to fuck me—strong steady strokes crashing into me again and again. The sound I made was involuntary.
How could a cock be so hard? So thick?
He filled me.
Each rough thrust rubbed along every nerve, pushing every button inside me.
Again. And again.
Val Lacroix stole my capacity to think. In this moment, he was so consuming it terrified me.
A sense of panic grew as my hands slipped in my futile attempt to grasp the smooth hood. There was nothing to hold onto.
Except pleasure—a building rise of it.
Too much became not enough.
