Page 314 of Vicious Temptation

I lean over, keeping one hand on my cock as the other closes around her throat again. Tugging her across the center console, I claim her mouth.

She comes willingly, melting into the kiss as it deepens.

“Sit. Time is ticking.”

“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, doing just that.

Her eyes close as she takes me inch by inch, gasping when my piercing hits at just the right angle.

“Nothing wrong from where I’m sitting,” I say as my girl finds her rhythm.

I catch her wrist and bring the two fingers she had inside herself to my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Can’t be wasteful," I say, giving them one last lick and making her grin.

“These windows are blacked out, Braga.”

Remi throws her head back when my hands find her hips, and I catch one of her barbells between my teeth.

“Again, not seeing the negative.”

“Because your suspension is shit, and it won’t matter when the whole fucking truck starts rocking.”

I pause and laugh before slamming her down on my cock. “Getting shy on me now?”

“Please. I’m only worried about traumatizing my family.”

As she rises and falls over me, I run my tongue along her neck. “Too late. We’re in too deep.”

“Literally,” she breathes.

I laugh, guiding her faster and harder until even that isn’t enough.

My fingers tangle in her hair as I meet her thrust for thrust. She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Should I slow down?”

“Only if you want to die.”

The humor between us fades as I kiss her hard, replaced by something more desperate. She meets me with the same intensity, gripping my shoulders as the truck begins to rock beneath us.

I guess she was right about the fucking suspension.

Her forehead falls against mine as we struggle to catch our breath, and I barely get her name out before she kisses me again.

“Thiago…”

Hearing my name fall from her lips like that, breathless and broken, nearly undoes me. I’ll never get tired of the sounds she makes only for me or the way she stops holding herself back when we’re like this, giving me access to the parts of her she protects from everyone else. I know what that trust costs her and exactly what it means that she gave it back to me.

“Look at me, chama.”

She does. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I hold her gaze.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you too.”