She doesn’t hesitate, her lips parting to take me in. Her mouth is hot, wet, tongue swirling around the head as she bobs down. I groan, tightening my grip on her hair, controlling the pace. She takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and the sight of her—blonde strands wrapped around my fist, my shirt slipping off one shoulder—is almost enough to make me lose it.
“That’s it, baby,” I mutter, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. “Just like that.”
She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, but I pull her off before I get too close. “Enough.” I rip open the condom packet with my teeth and roll it on, the latex snug against my length. She climbs back onto my lap, straddling me, her slick pussy hovering just above my cock.
I grip her hips, positioning her. “Breathe for me, Chloe.”
She inhales sharply as I guide her down, the head of my cock breaching her entrance. She’s so tight, so wet, that I slide in inch by inch, her walls stretching around me. She whimpers, nailsdigging into my shoulders. “You’re so fucking big... oh god, this feels good.”
I bottom out inside her, both of us groaning at the fullness. She’s clenching around me, and I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust. “Good girl,” I praise, my hands sliding up under the shirt to cup her breasts through the bra. “Ride me now.”
She starts moving, tentative at first, lifting and dropping her hips. I pull the shirt up and over her head in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor. Her white bra is next—I yank the cups down, exposing her nipples, hard and pink. Leaning in, I latch onto one, sucking hard while my teeth graze the peak.
“Ah! Jamie!” She writhes, her pace quickening as she bounces on my cock. I bite down lightly, then soothe with my tongue, switching to the other nipple. Her breasts are perfect, soft and full, and I knead them roughly, pinching the buds between my fingers.
She’s fucking me harder now, the car rocking with our rhythm. The windows are fogging up, the air thick with the scent of sex and cherries. I spank her ass—once, twice— the sharp slaps echoing in the confined space. Her skin reddens under my palm, and she yelps, but it only makes her grind down deeper.
“You like that?” I ask, my voice rough as I thrust up to meet her.
“Yes... harder,” she begs, her blonde hair swinging with each bounce.
I oblige, spanking her again while I suck a fresh mark onto her chest, right above her breast. Biting down on the swell of flesh, I feel her shatter—her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as her second orgasm rips through her. She screams, head thrown back, body convulsing.
But I’m not done. I flip us carefully in the tight space, laying her on her back across the seat with her legs wrapped around my waist. I drive into her relentlessly, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her.
“Come for me again,” I demand, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other thumbing her clit.
She does, almost immediately—whimpering, thrashing as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her juices soak us both, making every thrust slick and obscene. I slow down just enough to edge her, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, controlling her highs.
“Jamie... please... I can’t...” She’s babbling now, tears in her eyes, but her hips still chase mine.
“You can,” I growl, releasing her wrists to grip her thigh, hitching it higher. “One more. Milk my cock with that pretty pussy.”
I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the car. She comes a third time, harder than before, her walls pulsing rhythmically around me. It’s intense, her body arching off the seat, nails raking down my back. I bite her shoulder, markingher as mine, while I chase my own release, but I hold back, drawing it out.
She’s trembling, spent, but then her hands cup the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. She tugs hard, pulling me down for a messy kiss.
“Come for me, Jamie,” she whispers against my lips, her voice raw and commanding.
That’s it. I lose control, thrusting deep one last time as I explode inside her, the condom catching every pulse. Pleasure surges through me, white-hot, and I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name. We ride it out together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.
When it’s over, I collapse half on top of her, both of us breathing raggedly. The campus outside is still quiet, the night air seeping in through the cracks. I lift my head, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She looks wrecked—gorgeous, flushed, with bite marks blooming on her skin.
“You okay?” I ask softly, echoing my earlier question.
She smiles, tracing a finger down my chest. “More than okay. That was... incredible.”
I kiss her forehead, lingering there.
Miles is going to kill me.
13
Miles
Ithinkseeingherkiss him made me lose my damn senses.
It’s been twenty minutes since I drove off, but I can’t bring myself to care. My hands are still tight around the steering wheel, eyes burning holes into the empty road ahead.
