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She crossed her arms. “Fine.”
“Fine,” I echoed, extremely dissatisfied she let asshole Ares be.
The evening fell as I drove up the familiar streets. My irritation still simmered but on the back burner. I’d rather have her fight me. I loved her backbone as much as those eyes that stared out the front window.
“Didn’t we have a great time?” She threw her hands up.
Ah, there she was again.
Non-committal, I shrugged, reaping a witty retort from her while I drove onto my driveway and parked the car.
“What does that mean?” She shrugged too, mocking my reaction and trapping me in this car with pouty lips that dared me to stay sane. “You buy me red boots, you show me the ropes in that shelter that’s practically a haven to you and—”
I ate her moan after I slammed my lips on hers. That mouth should be used for entirely other purposes than to lecture me.
My hand cradled her head, pulling it to me, giving myself the access to fully take advantage of her mouth. My tongue stabbed its way inside, slanting it across hers angrily and she took it. She took it as if she wanted to be punished.
And to punish her, I wanted.
Dominating her body, making it give in to me, was better than the high of my hot wheels.
I wasn’t ready to think about what that meant. So, I didn’t. She tasted too sweet. Like the melon gum she’d pulled from the package in the console earlier.
My nails dug into her skull. Her hair tangled around my fingers. Our tongues danced roughly. Tasting, teasing, fighting.
I was not getting enough. The bulge in my pants only grew, quickly becoming a pole of steel, testing the limits of the buttons.
I wanted the friction of her pussy. With or without clothes. I’d come in my freaking boxers again if I wanted to embarrass myself, and I hadn’t even gotten as much of a chance to suck a nipple.
“Get on my lap,” I ordered between a tangle of tongues.
Neither of us stopped the kiss. We were having a moment. She set up fireworks in my pants, and I bet she had her own party going on down there.
I adjusted my seat before settling my hands on her hips, directing her over my thighs. Hot breaths filled the car. So did my desperate grunt to get her tit in my mouth. She pulled up her shirt, surprising me in the process.
“It’s getting hot,” she shyly stated.
I could only nod. My braincells flew out the window when I saw her in that red lacy nothing.
Not denying myself anything Dita, I thumbed the dark pink halo peeking through the fabric. “Steph’s?”
“Yeah,” Dita breathlessly said.
Bending down, I let my nose trace the borders of her areola. “Goddamn, she’s a fucking genius,” I growled, impatiently pushing down the soft cup and pulling her hardened nub with my teeth.
“¡Ah, Madre mía!” Dita’s hands flew up. One dented my shoulder with her nails, the other pressed against the ceiling of the car, steadying herself. “She—she so is.”
I latched on, licking and suckling on her tit like I wanted to retract milk. Dita thrashed, shuffling her pussy over my painful erection. Those hips could dance madly and took me into an aggressive tango. She was the best dry hump any man could experience.
“Fuck, Dita,” I heaved, catching her mouth while I roughly pinched her nipple and wriggled a way into her panties with my fingers. To my aggravation, there was not enough space to navigate. “Give me that clit. Make some room.”
She zipped her pants open and shoved it down a little, revealing equally red, see-through panties.
One word: marvelous.
“Oh, Dita. Never, ever deny me this again.”
She teethed her lower lip in a bashful, naughty school girl way.
