I grip her thighs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. “I’m the only man who is ever going to fuck you again.”
Her tits bounce as I thrust forward. God, she’s perfect. Her dark hair fans against the red hood. She’s a dream come true, taking my cock like she’s aching for me.
“You’re mine, Willa.” I roll my thumb on her clit, massaging her pussy with my other hand as I slip in and out of her tight, wet cunt. “The most beautiful woman in the world and my personal whore to fuck however I want. Wherever I want. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
I slap her clit, and she screams, her pussy gripping me so hard I nearly black out.
“Dean!”
She gasps as I slap her clit again, thrusting hard into her snug heat.
Planting a hand on the hood, I lean down to kiss her, fucking her against the hood of the car as hard as I can. Someone else leaves the bar, but I don’t bother looking up this time. Their car door slams quickly after Willa lets out a pretty little moan.
With my fingers around her throat, I nip at her lower lip. I kiss her until I lose all sense of space and time. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and I need more.
No matter what I do, I can’t get close enough.
Pulling out, I tug her ass off the car and flip her around, bending her over it.
Her hair winds like a rope around my fist as I tug her head back so she’s looking up at me when I thrust back in. Storms brew in her pretty gray eyes. Her hands brace on the hood, and I fuck her without caring about anything except that I have her.
Maybe I was angry at first.
Angry she pushed me away.
Angry we lost time.
But when our stares connect, I’m not angry at all because a man like me doesn’t deserve her. I’m blessed she’s giving me this much.
“Dean.” She moans, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts.
She likes it hard. Fast. Desperate.
We’re making up for lost time. Or maybe we’re just lost in each other. Her mouth parts as she comes, and her scream fills the night. It echoes against the stars and in my head. I cling to that sound. To the feel of her tight pussy claiming me, and I fill her with my cum.
Some leaks between her legs and onto the hood. Making a mess. Fitting, when this is how we’ve always been. A high I couldn’t stop chasing.
Chaos.
When I finally release Willa’s hair, she relaxes her elbows on the hood to catch her breath. I pull out, tucking myself away, and then fix her skirt.
Hair sticks to her dewy temples, so I brush it out of her face as she catches her breath. My front presses to her back, my arms around her. There’s nowhere else she belongs.
The parking lot is quiet. In the haze of fucking her, I have no idea how many people saw us, and I really don’t care. She looks up over her shoulder at me and smiles,not saying anything. But when she glances away, her gaze falls to the car we just fucked on, which is painted in cum.
She was so turned on that she didn’t realize whose car it was.
“You didn’t.” She looks up over her shoulder at me again. “This is Kincaid’s car.”
Leaning in, I nip her ear. “It is. Figured we’d leave him a little thank you gift for being so damn hospitable.”
After all, he’s the one who wants to play dirty. I’m more than happy to meet him there.
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Willa
