A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,32

my inner thighs to my hips and pulled at my panties.

They disappeared off my body and his lips moved down in a hurry to kiss my lips.

Not the ones on my face either.

I reached for the head of the passenger seat and rocked my hips up and down as Shane’s eager tongue began to find a way to scramble my brain from all the thoughts I was having.

My left hand grabbed the back of his shirt.

I clawed and managed to yell the word Off! at Shane.

Shane pulled away from between my legs and took his shirt off.

Then he unzipped his jeans and reached for his cock.

Stupid men and the ability to do that.

Just pull your cock out of your zipper and go to town…

Shane licked his lips and grinned. “That was just a taste, beauty.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me down to the backseat and moved toward me.

The swollen head of his cock pushed against me and I bit my lip, ready for him.

Shane hovered over me, one hand against the back-passenger window, the other somewhere by the back window.

He was hunched over me, starting to thrust at me, adding another inch of his body with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

There was zero room to open my legs more. Zero room to move around to make more space. Which meant everything was tight. Crammed. And his body demanded more room.

Shane grunted as he sank as deep as he could inside me.

I hooked my legs around him and pulled, wanting him to stay right there.

Full wasn’t the right word.

I was more than full.

My core throbbed, wanting more, wanting relief, wanting to come…

Shane thrust, driving himself and me deeper into the backseat of his car.

The entire car started to move.

My brain decided to take a two second break to cheer on the fact that I was getting fucked by a rock star in the backseat of his car.

I reached up for Shane’s face, my nails poised to leave questionable scratches on his cheeks.

He made a move, pulling away from me, leaving my inner thighs trembling.

He grabbed my waist and moved me like I weighed nothing.

“You’re fucking me, Lita,” he growled.

Shane plopped his rock star ass to the middle of the backseat and sat me on top of him.

His cock stood tall, glistening from my body’s offering, between us.

I swallowed hard and put my hands to his shoulders.

I lifted up and Shane smacked my hips.

I gasped and he grinned.

He guided me down to his cock.

He lowered me down on him…

My entire body tensed up as a rush of pleasure threatened to leave me in a puddle of warm goo.

I took a deep breath and started to move.

I took control of my body… and his.

Feeling the steel length of him moving in and out of me.

Fucking him slowly at first, to tease him. Fucking him faster, for me, so I could come. Fucking him harder, for both of us, to hear the sound of my ass slapping off his legs.

His hands never left my hips.

Gripping tighter, driving me down harder when he wanted it harder.

And when he tried to lift me up so he could have a split-second break, I didn’t allow it. I drove down as hard as my hips would allow, making him grunt.

Shane kissed my chest and moved his mouth over my bra, grunting again as I moved the same way on him.

He started to thrust up at me.

My head just barely grazed the top of the car.

My hands tightened their grip on his shoulders as I felt him a second away from finishing.

When he did, I came down on him and shut my eyes, feeling him filling me.

He grunted with each pulse of his cock. His breath spread across my chest.

I tried to make noise but made dumb sounding whimpers.

I finally opened my eyes and looked down into his.

I inched down for a kiss, knowing it was the kind of kiss that would change whatever this relationship was between us.

A second before my lips touched his, there was a knocking at the window.

17

SHANE

I grabbed my shirt and tucked my cock in my jeans.

“Get dressed quick,” I said to Lita.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“It’s the cops,” I growled.

“Oh, fuck…”

I climbed to the front of the car and opened the door.

A flashlight hit my eyes and I put my hands up.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

“What the fuck do you… wait…”

The light moved from my eyes.

“I think I know you,” the officer said to me.

“Probably,” I said. “I’m a musician.”

I