AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Quickly, before Charlotte can realize what’s happening, I grab her at the ankles. Giving her a sharp tug, I don’t let up until her ass is near the edge of the seat, close enough that her thighs still rest on the soft fabric beneath her hips while her legs hang out of the truck.
“Stay,” I growl. My throat hurts, but I need her to know what I expect.
One day, she’ll be able to tell what I want with just a look, the same as I will know what she needs from me by her body’s movements.
We both moan as my right hand slides up her calf to the back of her knee. The tight denim does nothing to hide the curve of her muscles and the feminine feel of her body.
She fights me as I try to open her legs, forcing me to pry them apart. My large hands engulf her knees as I hold them both flat; one to the seat of the bench, the other to the back of the seat, her legs forming a perfect V. One that holds my prize between them.
Charlotte looks at me from down the length of her body, her eyes heavy, hooded with arousal.
I watch as she takes in the large bulge at the front of my pants, and her lip disappearing between her teeth is the last straw.
My control snaps.
I step forward between her feet, sliding my hand close to that hidden prize I want so badly to claim.
Will I be the first? The only one?
I want to ask, but now is not the time. Besides, it’s something I’ll find out tonight whether my girl tells me or not.
Finally, our bodies get to touch in a way I have wanted since we met at the gas station, and the regret I have for not fucking her against the bathroom door vanishes. This is where we were meant to be, for Charlotte to be able to see my true self and desire me anyway.
I rub my hips between her thighs.
The pleasure it causes is unexpected. My back arches, and I thrust into her. A gasp rips out of her. Her small hand grips my forearm, and she pushes her ass toward me, grinding down onto me.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I squeeze my eyes closed and draw in a deep breath. It takes everything in me to step away, but I do.
“Stay!” One last squeeze of her inner thighs and I move my hands to my belt.
Our eyes meet as the metal clinks together.
Her throat bobs when she swallows, but the light lift of her hips tells me fear is not the only thing she feels, and my good girl won’t fight me anymore.
The feeling of leather pulling through the hoops on my pants has never felt so good.
Charlotte lays there watching, her eyes never leaving my hands.
I double the leather over, placing the ends together.
Once I’m ready, I give two gentle taps to her left inner thigh. I want her to know what’s coming, so she can anticipate but also so she doesn’t startle.
Moving would only harm her and not in the way I intend to.
I shift my right foot behind me to brace myself for the swings. Tearing my eyes away from my intended target, I watch her chest rise rapidly, her excitement just as high as mine.
When I’m sure she won’t move, I draw my belt back before swinging forward and expertly striking my target.
“Ahhh,” Charlotte screams, the sound echoing out for no one but my brother to hear. Her upper body rises off the bench.
We stare at each other. It doesn’t matter that she can’t see my eyes.
For a second, everything around us freezes, and the air in my lungs stays there. Is this where my perfect night ends? Will my perfect girl choose fight and flight?
But she is just that, my perfect girl. Slowly, Charlotte lies back down, tentatively as if not to anger me.
