He fills me completely. Stretches me. It’s almost too much, but it’s perfect.
“Fuck,” Grim hisses, his hands gripping my hips. “Wren—”
I don’t let him finish. I start moving, riding him hard and fast. There’s no gentleness. No slow buildup. Just raw, desperate need.
The car rocks with our movements.
His hips thrust up to meet mine, driving deeper with each stroke. The angle is perfect, hitting all the right spots.
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He groans, low and guttural. His hands move from my hips to unbutton my dress. Then he’s cupping my breasts through my thin bra. He squeezes them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I cry out, my back arching.
“These fucking tits,” he growls. “You’re so damned sexy, Wren. Your pussy feels like it was made for me… Fuuuuck!”
The possessiveness in his voice sends another wave of heat through me.
I’ve never done anything like this before. We could be caught…jailed…killed.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
I can’t stop. I won’t.
I keep riding him. My movements become more frantic. Less coordinated. I put both my hands on his shoulders, going up and down. Harder and harder. My breasts are bouncing. My bra may as well not be there.
“That’s it,” Grim encourages, his voice rough. “Ride me. Fucking take it…take all of it. It’s yours. My cock is yours.”
We are looking into each other’s eyes. I see the pleasure on his face, which is taut. His mouth just a little slack. His eyes are so hazy. He sucks on his thumb and then brings it down between us. Just the very tip finds my clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The sensation is electric. Overwhelming.
“Oooohhhh,” I moan. “Grim. I’m—”
“Yes! Do it… Fuck!” His thumb presses harder, moving faster. “Come on my cock, Wren. Come all over it.”
The combination of his words, his touch, the feeling of him inside me is too much.
I shatter.
My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, making my body shake and jerk. I cry out, probably too loud for the enclosed space, but I can’t stop myself.
My inner walls clench around him, pulsing with each wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” Grim groans, taking my hips in both his hands and plowing into me from below.
His cock pulses inside me. I feel the warmth as he comes, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me down on him while he continues to spear into me.
His own cry mingles with mine, raw and primal. After a while, he slows until he stops. Our ragged pants fill the small space.
We stay like that for several long seconds. His forehead drops to my shoulder as he catches his breath.
My whole body is trembling. Whether from the orgasm or the adrenaline or both, I don’t know.
Slowly, reality starts to seep back in.
What did we just do?
