She can’t lie to save her life, and pretending with me doesn’t come easily because she has always been open and honest. Our most sacred rule—one we’re breaking as we’re both keeping secrets.
This is a highly flammable situation, and the consequences could explode right in our faces. I can feel the shift in the air, thickening and suffocating us.
The honeymoon phase has ended, leaving us to deal with the consequences of my decision.
“Just thinking about classes,” she says absentmindedly.
I arch a brow. “Am I that distracting?”
A grin teases her lips, eyeing me. “You definitely are. It proves quite a challenge. One I’m trying hard to master.”
“Good girl.”
Her eyes instantly spark, the desire so potent it’s a wonder I don’t veer off the road.
Fuck, I don’t think I can wait until we’re home.
“Tristan,” she murmurs, the need so clear in her voice it makes me slow down the car.
“Yes,mo run?” I swallow, barely restraining myself.
“I need you. Really need you. Right now.”
I slam on the brakes, and the car swerves to the side of the road.
It’s a mostly deserted road, with a forest stretching on each side, the bulky trees providing some privacy, my silver car melting into the white scenery.
I park the car in the shadow of a tree, pushing my seat back. It will be tight, considering it’s a sports car that fits just two people. I don’t care about anything besides satisfying my woman, easing this incessant desire throbbing in my veins.
I don’t know who moves first, but she ends up straddling me, ripping my shirt open while I lift her dress and tear at her tights, pushing her thong aside. She fumbles with my zipper, pulling out my hard cock that leaks pre-cum, whimpering for her.
Just thinking about sheathing myself in her fiery core sends a thrill through me.
One palm digs into my shoulder, supporting herself, while with the other she lifts herself onto the center console, then pushes herself down on my cock in one go, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Fuck, how I missed the exquisite feeling of her pussy stretching for me, struggling to accommodate my girth as she breathes through the discomfort. Her desperation only spurs me on, and gripping her waist, I suck on her tits, needing her with a frenzy.
I slant my mouth onto hers, eager to put my mouth on every inch of her. Kissing her, I lose myself in her, wishing to embed myself in this woman’s DNA.
“So good, Tristan…so good,” she murmurs, her head falling back as I nibble on her neck, my palm inching lower, tracing every curve before I grip her ass cheek and squeeze hard.
Our hot breath casts condensation on the windows, secluding us some more as we give in to our carnal need and fiery longing.
“You’re mine, fucking mine. Let another man touch you, kiss you, fuck you, and he’s a dead man.”
That makes her grip me even tighter, the pleasure maddening. Black spots dot my vision, blinding me just like my lust.
I nibble on her earlobe, biting before whispering in her ear. “You like that, don’t you? I think the good girl act is just a pretense. You’ve fallen for the worst of men,mo run.”
She explodes on my cock, and I follow shortly, pumping my seed inside her.
As she falls onto my chest, I hold her to me, kissing the top of her head as we catch our breath.
She’s so silent that if it weren’t for her heavy breathing, I’d think she’s a vision, something my mind conjured.
I caress her back, my cock softening inside her, but in this position, stuffed in her wet and snug pussy, it won’t take long until I am ready for round two.
She lifts her eyes, and a small blush colors her face. “We did it in your car.”
