“Not if you keep moving.” Her back arched as my mouth found the curve beneath her breast again. “Percy, I swear to God.”
“What?”
“Stop teasing.”
My hands found her jeans. She lifted her hips to help, her eyes locked on mine, filled with the same fire burning in me.
I pulled them down her legs along with her underwear in the confined space, which required some creative maneuvering and an elbow to the steering wheel that honked the horn.
We both froze.
Then we both started laughing.
“We better be alone here,” she said.
“We are.”
I tossed her jeans into the passenger footwell and settled between her thighs. Her pussy was wet, glistening, and the sight of her spread out in the bunched-up turnout coat made my cock throb so hard my vision blurred.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
Mira nodded, “That’s your fault.”
“Good.”
I freed my cock from my pants, stroking it once, twice, the thick length pulsing in my grip. Precum beaded at the tip, and I rubbed it against her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She whimpered, trying to push up against me, but I held her down with one hand on her hip, controlling the pace.
“Patience, love,” I said against her throat. “Just tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said with no hesitation. “I want you.”
I sank into her in one firm thrust and her fingers dug into the tattoos on my shoulders. Her walls stretched around my cock, tight, wet, pulling me deeper, and the moan that ripped from both of us fogged the cab windows.
The cab rocked slightly with the force, the engine’s frame groaning under us. I pulled back slowly, watching my cock slide out, coated in her juices, before slamming back in, harder this time.
“That’s it, love. Take me deep,” I growled, praising her as I set a punishing rhythm.
“Ngh,Percival… I-”
Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging me on. I fucked her relentlessly, the bench seat creaking with every thrust, our bodies slick with sweat. The turnout coat bunched up around her, adding to the raw, forbidden thrill of it all.
I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as I drove into her, hitting that spot inside that made her cry out against my lips.
“You feel incredible,” I groaned against her skin, my mouth tracing the ink marks I’d drawn on her earlier, the phantom tattoos only I could see. “So perfect. So mine.”
She pulled my face up to hers and kept her eyes open.
“I see you,” she whispered. “The real you.”
My pace drove harder, deeper, the cab filling with the sounds of our bodies, the creak of the seat, her moans and my ragged breathing. Her walls clenched around me and I growled, burying my face in her neck as the pressure built to breaking.
“Hold on to me,” I said.
My fangs found the claiming mark on her throat. The same spot, the same wound, and I bit down as her body shattered around me, her pussy clenching in waves that pulled my own release from me with a force that whited out my vision.
Three.
The third heartbeat crashed into place and Mira’s spine arched off the seat with a cry that echoed through the cab.
