“Yeah, just like that, baby. Lift yourself up on your knees, I’ll help guide myself into you.”
“So I get to be in control?” she says.
I grin—how could I not? She’s so sweet and innocent and hot as fuck. “Yes, you get to control the game now.”
She makes a humming sound of delight and lifts her pert ass up high enough for me to set my cock at her entrance. With a slowness that almost deprives me of sense, she lowers herself onto my dick.
Inch by inch, I impale her. Her tight cunt wraps around my cock, and I take a deep breath, fighting for my life and sanity. She lowers herself on me before rising again. Over and over, she does that same wicked flex of her hips that makes me want to flip her onto her back again and take her hard and long.
Damn, where has this woman come from? Tonight won’t be enough. I want more of her.
“That’s it, beautiful. Fuck the shit out of me.”
She nods but doesn’t say a word, merely speeding up her movements and taking me deeper. I can feel myself stretching her. Hell, she’s tight—perfect.
I can’t get enough of her.
I want to eat her up.
Again.
The desire teases my mind, but before I can act on it, I feel the tightening of her sweet cunt.
“Stephen!” she screams, her fingers diving through my hair, pulling me close. I kiss her deep and long and relish the feel of her orgasm as it convulses around my cock. I somehow manage to hold off joining her before she slumps against my chest, pliant and panting heavily.
I move her hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck. She smells just as good as I think—like vanilla and sex.
Outside the windows, the glow of passing streetlights streaks softly across her skin, turning every movement into something molten and slow.
The car pulls up to a tall building, and I glance out the window. Her stop. I make a note of the building, slipping it into my memory as I wait for her to realize the car has stopped.
“You’re home,” I announce, unable to stop the grin twisting my lips as she stills in my arms and looks around.
“Oh gosh, I didn’t know.” She slips off me, and I suck in a breath, my cock still hard, my balls aching to join her in her pleasure. “Thank you for giving me a lift back to my place.”
“Which ride are you thanking me for?” I want to tease her, to see her pretty cheeks blossom in pink. But there is nothing dirty or wrong with a quick fuck in the back of a car by two consenting adults.
Tonight will not be the last for us.
She wiggles her panties back on to her sweet ass and settles her dress about her knees. “Both, I suppose.” She leans forward and kisses me.
I take the opportunity to devour her mouth. I want her; my cock lies hard and ready in my lap. I know she can see it, and once more she surprises me. She reaches down and strokes her finger along my length. It jerks under her touch, and she throws me a mischievous grin.
“Goodnight, Stephen…” She pulls away, and I let her go. Just. I want to wrench her back into the car as she opens the door and climbs out as if nothing has happened within the confined space. I’m legless and hard as hell, aching for more. But I can wait. I’m a patient man—for some things—and something tells me that I’ll wait as long as I need to have sweet little Dallen in my arms again.
In my bed.
Where she belongs.
FIVE
STEPHEN
The loft greetsme the way it always does—quiet, grounded, familiar.
Warm walnut floors stretch beneath my feet. Their grain catches the low amber light from recessed fixtures tucked into the beams overhead. Exposed brick lines one wall. Floating shelves are stacked with books I’ve actually read, and a few I pretend I have. Old ledgers, framed black-and-white photographs of the city before it was polished and sold to the highest bidder. Steel and glass make appearances where needed. But they don’t dominate. Nothing here feels cold. Nothing screams excess.
People don’t expect that from a Moretti.
