“Then you better keep your gun close,” she said, and before I could react, she was sliding off me.
“Hey—what the fuck are you doing?” I growled.
She climbed over to the passenger side, opened the glovebox, and retrieved my handgun like it was her purse.
“You said you’d shoot someone,” she said sweetly, placing it on the dash between us. “Can’t do that unarmed.”
I stared, part turned on, part exasperated. “You ditched mid-fuck for a gun?”
She smirked, climbing back over and settling onto my lap. “What can I say? I like a man fully loaded.”
“Next time, I’m tying you down.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered with a wicked grin.
Her mouth fell open with a gasp as she sank back onto me, and I caught her hips, dragging her down hard. She wasted no time—slamming into me with a brutal, hungry rhythm, her moans a broken litany against the fogged windows.
“Fuck,” I hissed through my teeth, as her sweater slid up and I shoved my hands beneath it, squeezing her tits with both hands, rough and greedy. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs, and she whimpered, her walls clenching around me.
She leaned in and bit my neck hard—no warning, no apology—and I snapped, thrusting up into her so hard the car rocked. She let out a choked cry, and I grabbed her ass, holding her steady as I slammed into her again.
“Jesus, Kira,” I groaned, voice shredded. “You’re fucking destroying me.”
She rolled her hips faster, frantic and messy, her pussy clenching greedily around me. Her mouth slammed into mine—wet, messy, tongues colliding hungrily as we kissed like starving animals. I slid my hand to her throat, fingers curling just tight enough to make her gasp and her eyes flutter.
“Does that hurt?” I rasped, lips brushing hers.
She shook her head, breathless. “If it did, I’d still be begging for more.”
I yanked her closer with the hand at her throat and kissed her brutally, tongue invading her mouth, swallowing every desperate moan as she kept riding me like she owned me. She was soaked—slick heat gripping my cock, pulsing, pulling me toward the edge with every frantic roll of her hips.
“Fuck, Kira,” I growled, slamming up into her, breath ragged against her lips. “I’m—”
Her moan cut me off. She was clenching around me, trembling, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I let go, buryingmyself deep as I spilled inside her, groaning her name against her mouth.
My chest heaved. She sagged against me, forehead to mine, panting.
“You didn’t come,” I murmured, still catching my breath.
She shook her head. “No. But I was close.”
I leaned back slightly, still inside her, my gaze dark. “Lift your hips. Now.”
Surprise flickered in her eyes, but she obeyed, rising just enough for me to slide out of her.
My cum started dripping from her, wetting my lap and her thighs—but I didn’t care. What was a little laundry, compared to making my girl fall apart?
I slid three fingers between her legs and pushed inside.
My fingers didn’t hesitate, thrusting into her with the same ruthless rhythm as before, curling deep as I fucked her with my hand. Her eyes flew wide, body jerking forward as if the pleasure hit like a bolt of lightning, and her hands scrambled over my shoulders for balance.
“Do you like that?” I rasped, curling my fingers deep, thumb grazing her clit.
“Oh my God, yes,” she cried, her voice wrecked. “Fuck, Maksym—don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you soak my fucking hand,” I growled, slamming my fingers into her harder, the heel of my palm grinding her clit with each thrust.
She matched me, grinding down desperately, hips rolling in frantic rhythm. Her mouth fell open, eyes locked on mine, thighs quivering. Her moans turned louder, faster, until her body snapped tight—every muscle locked, pussy clamping around my fingers in hard, pulsing waves.
