“You sure you want that?”
She leaned in, lips brushing mine without kissing. “Yes.”
Her breath hitched, hips rocking harder. My exhale came rough, ragged. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold on.
Then, I gave in. I leaned up and put my mouth right at her ear.
“You want me to be your boyfriend tonight?” My voice was rough. “Want me whispering every filthy thing I’ve dreamed of while you ride me like you already fucking belong to me?”
Her breath hitched. “God, yes.”
She rocked down on me again. The heat of her pressed right against my cock, searing through every damn layer like it wasn’t even there.
She bucked forward again, slow, dragging herself over me with just enough pressure to make me hiss through my teeth.
“You feel that?” My voice broke apart, low and raw. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you? God, Ellie—please—don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
She whimpered, grinding harder, rubbing herself over me with a need that shattered something inside me. My hands dug into the seat, desperate not to grab her. If I did, I wouldn’t let go.
“Fuck, Ellie.” My head tipped back, breath totally gone. “You’re making me lose my goddamn mind.”
She leaned in, her nails scraping along the back of my neck, dragging tiny shocks across my skin. Her touch was barely there, but it lit me up like a fuse.
“More,” she whispered shakily, voice shaky. “I need your words.”
I almost groaned from how much I needed her to fucking need them.
“Keep grinding like that,” I rasped. “Rub that sweet, soaking cunt all over me. Ruin my fucking jeans. Let me feel how wet you are. Please, baby, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
Her moan punched straight through my chest. She rolled her hips harder. The heat between us was brutal, pure torture, and I wanted every second of it.
“That’s it,” I growled, breathless. “Just like that, baby. Get it. Take what you need.”
Her breath stuttered as her hips jerked. “God, Sawyer?—”
“Yeah, that’s it.” My voice darkened. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Couldn’t even wait. Had to crawl into my lap and use me. That what you’re doing, Ellie baby? Using me to get off?”
She whimpered, and her forehead dropped to mine.
“Fuck,” I groaned, dizzy from her. “I want to bend you over this seat, push that little dress up, and rip your panties off.”
Her breath caught, her hips grinding faster, reckless now.
“More,” she gasped, her voice breaking apart. “Tell me what you’d do.”
“I’d tease you with just the tip. Just enough to make you beg. Then, I’d push in so goddamn slow, El. So slow, you’d feel every inch of me stretching you.”
She let out a strangled sound as her hips moved faster, chasing it.
“You’d beg me to go deeper.” I kept going, the words half a snarl. “Beg me to fill you up until you couldn’t think. And I’d give it to you. Right here. In this car. I’d fuck you so hard, you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. You want that, baby?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—please,” she gasped, all wild and desperate.
I was shaking, fucked up from the sight of her head thrown back, body grinding in my lap, falling apart because of me.
“I wouldn’t stop.” I groaned. “Not until my cum dripped down your thighs. Until you were crying my name loud enough to wake the whole goddamn city.”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes. Please, please?—”
