"Such a brave girl," I murmur, my hands sliding under her soaked shirt to find warm, wet skin.
She arches into my touch with a sound that's half moan, half sob, and when I find her nipples, hard peaks against my palms, she cries out and grinds against my cock.
I push her shirt up and over her head, baring her to the storm and my hungry gaze. She's gorgeous in the harsh light from the headlights, skin gleaming with moisture, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
"Perfect," I tell her, lowering my head to capture one peaked nipple between my teeth. I suck hard enough to make her buck against me, her hands fisting in my hair, holding me to her as I worship her with my mouth.
"Gabriel, please," she pants, her hips moving restlessly against mine. "I need more."
I straighten to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, the way she's looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you," she breathes without hesitation, her voice thick with arousal. "I want you to show me what it means to be yours."
The honest desire in her voice sends a surge of possessive heat through me that's almost violent in its intensity.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and drag them down her legs along with the scrap of lace underneath. She's bare to me now in the rain and headlight glow, and when I slide a finger through her slick folds, she's absolutely drenched.
"So wet for me," I growl, teasing her clit with gentle circles. "So ready. You've been aching for this, haven't you?"
"Yes," she gasps as I push two fingers deep inside her, her walls clenching around me like a velvet vice.
She's tight, so fucking tight around my fingers, and I can't wait to feel her gripping my cock the same way. I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars, while my thumb works her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"That's it," I murmur as she starts to ride my hand, chasing her pleasure with abandoned desperation. "Show me how much you want it. Show me what a good girl you are for me."
The praise makes her clench around my fingers, and I file that reaction away for future reference. My girl likes to be praised while she's being pleasured.
Her hands are frantic on my belt, on the zipper of my pants, and when she wraps her fingers around my cock, I have to bite back a curse. I'm harder than I've ever been in my life, my dick throbbing in her small hand as she strokes me from base to tip with instinctive skill.
"Christ, your hands," I groan, my hips jerking into her touch. "But I want to be buried inside you when I come."
I pull my fingers out of her, ignoring her whimper of protest. "Clean," I tell her, meeting her eyes. "Had my physical two months ago, no one since. You?"
"Clean," she confirms, her voice breathy with anticipation. "And protected. The shot."
Perfect. Nothing between us but skin and heat and desperate need.
I line myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. She's so wet I can feel her arousal coating me, and the thought of sliding into that tight warmth has me dizzy with want.
I push into her slowly, savoring every inch, every soft sound she makes, every flutter of her inner muscles as she stretches around me. She's tighter than I imagined, her pussy gripping me like she was made for this, made for me.
"Oh God," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "You feel..."
"Perfect," I finish for her when I'm fully seated inside her, my cock buried to the hilt in her heat. "This sweet pussy was made just for my cock."
I stay still for a moment, letting her adjust, fighting every primal instinct that's screaming at me to move, to claim, to take. But when she rolls her hips experimentally, when she moans at the sensation of me stretching her, I lose the battle with my self-control.
I thrust slow and deep, watching her face in the headlight glow as pleasure transforms her features. The rain pounds down around us, turning our skin slippery, making every touch electric. The heat from the engine warms the metalbeneath her while our bodies generate their own fire above.
"More," she pleads, her nails raking down my back through my uniform shirt. "Please, Gabriel. Harder."
I give her what she needs, what we both crave, driving into her with increasing force. The patrol car rocks beneath us, metal creaking in protest, and the primal rightness of it all threatens to overwhelm me.
Taking her here, in the rain, desperate and wild and completely out of control.
"That's it," I praise as she meets me thrust for thrust, her pussy clenching around me with each stroke. "Take it, sweetheart. Show me how deep you need it."
Her response is to tighten around me, her back arching as she chases her release. I can feel her getting close, can see it in the way her eyes lose focus, hear it in the increasingly desperate sounds she's making.
