Her fingers rake through my hair, pulling and tugging, nails on my scalp. Arousal shoots straight through me and makes my cock twitch against the seam of my jeans.
She kisses me back like she’s been burning for this too—tongue sliding past my lips, licking into my mouth with desperation.
She tastes sweet and spicy like root beer… like the trouble that she is. The kind of sin you don’t come back from.
Not that I’d ever fucking want to. Not anymore.
I drag my palms down her sides, feeling the curves and swells of her body, thumbs pressing hard enough to bruise. She arches into my touch, whimpering against my teeth. Her dress is already riding up, but I need it gone.
I bunch the fabric in my fists and shove it over her hips, baring the plump swell of her ass. Her panties are next as I shred those right off her. One brutish, impatient tug and the cotton fabric’s splitting in two and her damp heat is pressing down against my thigh.
“Silver,” she moans, trembling in my lap.
I kiss up her neck, palming her breasts.
No bra.
Her tits are pert and soft in my grip, nipples already pebbled. I make it back up to her mouth and groan as we kiss even deeper and wilder.
“Off,” she pants, tugging at my belt, fingers clumsy and shaking. “I need—fuck, I need you to?—”
“Baby, say less. My cock’s about to fill that little pussy and make you scream.”
I unzip my jeans and whip my hard, throbbing dick out. She instinctively goes to stroke me, her hand sliding up and down my length as her thumb massages the head and spreads droplets of precum.
“Solana,” I growl, biting at her jaw. “You better be ready to take me, baby. I’m not holding back.”
She whimpers as I grip her thighs and then guide myself into her. I’m immediately encased in hot velvet that pulses all around me.
Another groan leaves me as I try to process—and fail—how fucking good she feels. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve had sex.
It’s always so damn mind blowing.
Solana digs her nails into my shoulders and slides herself up and down my cock. I capture her mouth, and we pleasure each other like this.
Me kissing her hard and dragging her down on my big dick. Her whimpering and kissing me back and taking my cock in her little clenching pussy.
Her walls flutter around me, gripping at me, massaging me, and then letting up once we lift her up.
My arousal thickens inside me, pulsing like blood through the rest of my body. Our mouths press together as we kiss some more and then pant for air, foreheads resting against each other.
The truck’s rocking, and the windows are fogging up. We’re both fucking half naked on a public street and yet we couldn’t give less of a damn.
We go harder. We crash against each other as she sinks down on my cock and I fill her pussy ’til she whimpers.
The rest of the world has whited out. Nothing else seems to exist so long as we’re together like this, enjoying each other like it seems we’re meant to.
We switch up the motion with Solana grinding her hips in circles, creating more friction and a new level of pleasure for her sensitive pussy.
She’s so wet and dripping, it’s like swimming inside her essence. It’s like experiencing her in a whole new way, with the knowledge that soon I’ll fill her with my own.
I thrust up to meet her, hands guiding her hips, forcing her to take me deeper and harder. She cries out, head falling back, throat bared like an offering. I lean in and bite down—not gentle in the least—sucking a bruise into the curve of her neck while I fuck up into her, each stroke forcing a moan from her lips.
“You feel that?” I growl against her skin, licking the mark I’ve left. “That’s me inside you. That’s where I belong. Fucking say it.”
“You belong inside me,” she gasps, voice cracking. “Oh god… I’m yours, I’m yours?—”
I reward her by slipping a hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with my thrusts. Her whole body seizes around me as more pleasure spikes through her. Then she’s riding me faster, chasing her orgasm, taking what she needs.
