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She bobs her head up and down, keeping her pace, sucking me like a pro. The tip of my cock reaches the back of her throat with each movement.

But I notice her shifting her hips, squirming, trying to find some friction between her legs.

“Do you need my hand between your legs, baby?”

She nods, desperation in her glassy eyes. “Please, Nick. I need you to fuck me now. I can’t wait anymore.”

She pulls me out of her mouth with a soft pop and climbs over the center console, then over my body, straddling me. Her dress rides up to her waist in the process, leaving her in nothing but her panties.

“Fuck me,” I groan, my voice ragged. „You’re going to be the death of me, Sierra. What I feel for you—and when I’m with you—it’s not normal,” I say as I drag her panties to the side, align myself at her entrance, and bring her down on me in one deep thrust.

“Oh, God,” she moans, throwing her head back. “This feels unreal, Nick.”

I lower her dress and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing her perfect tits. I tilt my head, capturing one nipple in my mouth, and bite down gently.

“Why aren’t you wearing a fucking bra, Sierra?” I ask, jealousy and frustration laced in every word. I grip her waist with both hands and start to thrust into her harder, faster, deeper, unable to hold back. “I don’t like the idea of you alone in a club, dressed this fucking sexy and without a bra.”

She braces her hands on my shoulders and begins circling her hips, her eyes rolling back. “Possessive much?” Ser pants, out of breath.

I thread my fingers into her hair and pull hard, forcing her eyes back on mine. “I’m fucking deranged when it comes to you, Sierra. Possessive. Territorial.”

I tease her clit with my thumb, watching the way her lips part and her breath catches.

“This pussy is only mine.” I lower my mouth to her breasts and bite her nipples. “These tits are mine. Mine to see, mine to kiss, mine to bite, mine to fuck.

“You.”

Thrust.

“Are.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

Gripping my hair, she forces my gaze to hers. Her voice trembling as she speaks.

“I’m only yours, Nickolas Hardy. I’ve wanted you since I was a teenage girl. I was so jealous and heartbroken every time I saw you with someone else,” she confesses, her piercing eyes glassy. And my heart skips a beat.

“What?” It’s all I manage to choke out.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen, Nick,” she says, her voice so low I barely hear her. “No, I’m in love with you since the first day I met you,” she adds, her voice breaking this time.

And all the world ceases to exist.

In this moment, there’s only Sierra and me. And the unbearable weight of what she’s just said.

The air between us grows heavy, charged. There’s no sound, no breath, no movement—just the faint hum of the city beyond the windows and the rapid thud of my heart in my ears.

Her eyes are shimmering, her cheeks are flushed, and her lips slightly parted. She’s not just beautiful—she’s breathtaking. Her vulnerability, the honesty in her gaze, it knocks the air out of my lungs.

I drop my forehead against hers and close my eyes. My breath is shaky, my control threadbare.

“Say it again,” I beg.

I’m on the verge of coming, I can’t control my body any longer.