Her moans turned into these broken, desperate whimpers, like she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to beg me to stop or beg for more.
But I wasn’t done.
I wrapped one arm tight around her waist, pinning her against my chest so her tits pressed flat to my shirt, and started thrusting up hard.
Short, brutal strokes that made the whole seat creak.
Every time I bottomed out, she made this high, shocked sound right in my ear.
“Again,” I growled. “God, you're so beautiful when you unravel. Such a perfect, beautiful girl for me, aren't you, Veda?"
She tried to shake her head, saying, "Too much…" but her body betrayed her.
Her hips started chasing mine on their own, grinding down when I drove up, after that second peak like she was starving for it.
I slid my hand between us, found her clit again, and rubbed fast, tight circles. “Come on. Be Daddy’s perfect girl and come again while I’m buried inside you.”
Her breath hitched, body going stiff all over again.
“There it is,” I rasped, feeling her start to clamp down. “Give it to me. Milk me with that tight little?—”
She shattered a second time, harder than the first, a raw cry tearing out of her as her whole body convulsed.
The pulses were so strong, I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then, but it was pointless.
I was too close.
I came with a low, guttural groan, hips jerking hard as I emptied everything I had into the condom, pulse after pulse, until there was nothing left.
She clung to me, panting against my neck, both of us wrecked and shaking.
I was completely spent. Every cell in my body had gone slack.
Her warmth felt so incredible, even with a condom, that all I could do was sit there and twitch, even when she climbed off my lap and left me growing limp with the full condom intact.
She sat to the side, fixing herself, while I pulled the condom off and tied it.
Then I took a few napkins from the storage pocket on the side of my mini fridge and turned toward her, but she was distracted, looking at her phone.
So I was a bit cheeky, dropping to my knees to spread her legs and devour every drop of her moisture.
She tasted like condom and that salt-sweet moisture her body made, and she pushed my head away with a snicker and clamped her thighs shut hard.
"Asher," she hissed, but it still wasn't enough to force her to put the phone down. But she did glare at it.
I wiped her clean and wadded up the used napkin, shoving it in my pocket with the full condom, then tucked myself away and waited for her to turn to me.
She seemed agitated by something on her phone, but I didn’t want to pry.
"Everything okay?" I asked her patiently, and finally, she put the phone in her coat pocket and slid the coat on her arms.
"Fine," she said breathlessly. "I just… Thank you for using a condom… If we're gonna keep doing this, it's a must every time. Okay?"
I could tell she was still distracted, but I pulled her hips toward me on the seat and kissed her hard. She moaned softly and pulled away.
"You taste like me," she mewled with a smile that I mirrored.
"How do you know what you taste like? You little minx…"
