I ride him, my moans spilling around us, filling the cabin of the vehicle. His hand disappears in my hair, and he tugs, dragging my gaze to his. My eyes are half-mast, our gazes locked. His mouth slams against mine. The kiss is brutal, almost as brutal as his punishing thrusts. I feel so full in this position. The way his hips piston inside me, I’m not going to last long.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Just like that,” he growls against my lips. Those words are my undoing. I fall apart around him. My pussy grips his cock, my juices coating his shaft, and the sound of slapping flesh and my wetness are the only soundtrack surrounding us.
Baz grips the back of my neck. Tugging me all the way down on his cock, he grinds me over his erection, his tip rubbing against that spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars.
“You like that, Dirty Girl?” he asks in my ear.
I nod, mumbling incoherently.
Just as another orgasm slams into me, Baz’s grip tightens around me, and he comes inside me. Warmth floods me, and I collapse against him. I nestle my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in as I work to control my heavy breathing. Goosebumps raise on my skin as Baz rubs his hand down my spine, toying with my flesh. The pads of his fingers trace small circles, damn near putting me to sleep.
With one of his hands still gripped in my hair, he urges my head back softly, so I can look at him. My chest tightens with emotion as we stare at each other. We don’t say anything, just sit there with his dick still lodged deeply inside me. Every part of me softens. That wall crumbles when he releases my hair, his hand cupping the side of my face now. His thumb strokes my cheek. He searches my eyes, his gaze trailing across the entirety of my face like he’s committing every part of me to memory.
I open my mouth, and I almost let the words out, those words I’ve been holding on to, keeping close to my chest, but a shaky breath escapes instead. Before this moment disintegrates, I trace his features with the pad of my finger, missing being able to touch what is mine whenever I want. Now, the only time I can do that is after he fucks me. A crease forms between my brows, and Baz blows out a sigh. Obviously, I’ve broken the moment by thinking too hard.
He lifts me off his lap and helps me climb back into the passenger seat. He situates himself, then opens his door and walks around the car. Baz opens my door, and I rush to hurry up and cover myself, but he drops to his haunches beside the open door, helping me. His warm, calloused hands slide up my thighs as he pulls my underwear up. He glances around then helps me out of the car, taking my hand to steady me as he straightens the material of the gown. I feel his cum sliding down my legs, and my cheeks heat. He smirks down at me as though he knows exactly what’s happening.
We walk hand in hand into the building. I glance around, still amazed by how much money this man has. He has a place to stay wherever he goes.
“Why did you buy this place?”
Once the doors to the elevator close on us, he shrugs, leaning back against the chrome wall. “To be near you.”
My eyes widen, and my breath catches. “You bought a whole ass condo to be near me? That’s insane, Sebastian.”
His mouth quirks. “You know, it’s actually growing on me, you using my full name.”
I roll my eyes but grin. There’s an easy, lighthearted feel between us right now that hasn’t been there in a long time. “What about that other house in Calabasas?”
He shrugs, glancing away from me as the doors open on his floor. “It’s good to invest in property.”
My brows crease, still thoroughly confused by his decisions, but I shrug it off. I don’t have the money he does, so what do I know about buying property? I wouldn’t be able to afford a treehouse in California, even if I tried.
We take the elevator up from the garage to his condo, and once inside, I hover in the living area, remembering the fight we had when we were here just a few weeks ago. It feels