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My balls throb. “I need to taste your lips. Get back here.”

She opens the car door and climbs out. I open the back door and then pull her into my lap. She sits sideways, her legs draped over me. My dick pushes against her ass. Her thick, sexy thighs are in the perfect position for my hand.

I smooth my hand down her legs, pushing against her pussy through her pants. She moans and leans down into the kiss. I open my mouth and feast on her. Our tongues move against each other as the kiss deepens. I’m addicted to her taste.

She rocks in my lap as I palm her pussy. Her pants get warm and clammy. I rub harder, feeling her wetness. Then I can’t take it anymore. I slide my hand down the front of them, down her underwear. I find her eager, fertile slit.

“This isn’t fair,” she whispers in my ear, her breath hot. “I don’t want to lead you on.”

“I’ll fuck your horny hole soon, baby,” I snarl. “I’ll take you any damn way I want. I’ll bend you over and watch your perfect ass bounce for me. I’ll lie you down and watch those tits shake. Or you’ll go on top, and I’ll hold you, looking into your beautiful eyes, but not at the side of a road.”

“Logan,” she whimpers.

“All you need to do now is come for me. Come for me so I can feel how ready you are.”

I’m telling the truth. I don’t want to have sex with her on the side of the road in her dad’s car. I don’t want to disrespect her orMichellike that, but the more I rub her pussy, the less I give a damn. She grinds her ass against me. She squeezes her legs around my hand, then grabs my wrist as though holding me in place.

It’s sick and twisted that we can do this and lose ourselves after what we just saw—after the depravity of it and the fighting—but maybe this is why we can do it. The rest of the world is messy, but not me and my Emma. Nothing else matters when we’re locked into this spell, as she called it, whether it’s a balcony or a car.

I block all that from my thoughts and focus on her soaked slit, rubbing faster. After minutes, my woman can’t take it anymore. Her moans get louder. I drive forward with my manhood, letting her feel how rock-solid I am against her ass.

She collapses against me, wrapping her arms around me. Then she kisses my cheek. “We have to stop. We can’t do this, not tonight.”

I know what she means without asking. It’s what I was just thinking about. We both witnessed some harrowing shit, but the chance of her dad catching us didn’t stop us before. This isn’t stopping us now. She kisses me, grabs my face, then leans up to split her legs over my middle.

I greedily sink my hands into her hips. “I thought we had to stop,” I growl.

“We do,” she moans.

I rock with her, pushing my dick through my pants against her crotch. She grinds up and down. “I need you,” I breathe in her ear. “I need your body. I need your pussy. I need to fuck your perfect pregnant body. I need—”

Suddenly, we’re not in darkness anymore. Light cuts across us, throwing the shadow of Emma up against the nearby rocks. The lights get brighter, then turn around the corner. Who knows if the driver saw us? But I can’t riskanybodyseeing my woman naked, horny, and ready for more.

“Not here,” I say, shifting to the side. “I need a minute.”

She slides out of my lap, sitting on one side of the car. I sit on the other, looking out the window at the darkness. My dick is solid. My tip is leaking with hot precome. My nervous system is reliving the final moments on the balcony, the most intense release of my life.

“Are you okay?” she asks after a while.

“I’m trying as hard as possible not to throw you on these seats and fuck you until I explode inside you.”

“What if…” She shifts across the seat and strokes her hand over my groin. I let out a long moan, the tip of my hard dick pulsing when she moves across it. “Just this? Nobody can see into the car. Just let me help you, Logan. You make me feel so good. I want to make you feel the same.”

“Only me,” I say fiercely. “Nobody else.”

“No, just you.”

“When I saw you walking into that party, I thought…”

“Just. You.” She rubs faster, making it difficult to speak. “Can you tell me what to do?”

I almost call her ahorny virgin, but only one-half of that is true now.

“Unbutton and unzip my pants. Get my cock out. Then stroke it just like you were. Stroke it until I explode for you. I’d call it a waste, Emma. A goddamn waste. My seed belongs in your tight, perfect pussy, but you’re already pregnant. So this is just for us.”

She moves her hand to my button, unclips it, then pulls my zipper down. I sit up slightly so she can slide my underwear down. Just enough for my cock to spring free. She gasps as she wraps her warm hand around it. I can feel my veins pushing against her palm.

“You’re huge,” she moans. “I can’t believe…”

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