I grope for the lever that’ll shove the seat back, but this car has buttons instead. Fuck, it moves so goddamn slowly. “Come here, damn it.”
She gives me a coy smile as she stays seated, allowing her hoodie to pool around her waist. Underneath, she wears a light pink camisole, two perfect dark circles where her nipples are. I reach over to touch her, but she moves away.
“Are you teasing me?”
Holy crap, she is.
A feigned look of surprise crosses her face when she pulls her tank top down, the straps still wrapped around her arms. The tight fabric makes her tits bulge, spilling over the top. When she shimmies out of her pajama bottoms, I lose all sense of sound. The blood pounding in my ears drowns it all out. Then she spreads her perfect legs and slides a finger over her wet pussy.
“You better climb over my lap now, or I’m going to walk around, rip you out of that seat, and fuck you over the hood.”
Her eyes glimmer with a challenge. “Don’t bark orders at me. I’m not your servant.”
“No, you’re my misbehaving wife.”
“Oh?”
“Good wives get made sweet love to. Bad wives get fucked hard.”
“I never liked making love.”
I wrestle with the seatbelt in my hurry to get out of the car, and by the time the cold hits me, my cock is ready to pound nails. Olivia laughs at me in the car, still playing with her pussy as I walk around and grab the door handle.
Her beautiful face is wild with laughter as I yank harder. Then I lean in close. “You’re only making things worse for yourself. Unlock the door.”
“No.”
“Unlock the door, or I’ll never fuck you again.”
She yanks on the lock, and I open the door. I grab her skinny wrist and pull her out. Olivia’s lithe body stumbles into my chest, and I have to fight the tightness in my heart not to fold her in my arms and make love to her. She doesn’t want it. And tonight’s not the time.
I admire how smooth her body is in the low light. Spinning her around, I grab a fist of her hair and bend her gorgeous back over the hood of this stolen car. It’s a sexy sight. Naked woman—all mine—draped over an expensive car. Already primed to get fucked.
“You have no idea how beautiful this is.”
I splay my hand over her ass, and give it a quick swat. The sound is surprisingly loud outside. “Gage, be careful. Someone could hear.”
“Having regrets? Maybe you shouldn’t have given me sass.”
Another delicious crack reverberates down the hill, through the sleeping town.
I press my legs against hers, bending myself so that she can feel how hard she makes me. And I can tell how much she wants me just by looking at her shining pussy. My hand slides down from her ass, the middle finger stroking her entrance. Damn, she’s wet.
My hands can’t get my jeans off fast enough. She moans in anticipation, and I know I should wait and draw it out, but I can’t. Not with her looking so beautiful over this car. I reach for the condom in my pants, but what’s the point? She’s already knocked up with my kid.
The cool air wraps around my throbbing cock. I position behind her, pulsing with need as I touch the head to her pussy. A hiss leaves my mouth as her warmth spreads over the sensitive skin. Then I sink into her. Jesus, she’s always so tight, but it’s a good fit. Not like some chicks I’ve been with, where I’d get my dick in halfway and have to call it quits.
I watch her pearly lips open, eyes shut against the ecstasy of having me inside her, and a ragged moan tears across the landscape. She clenches around me, hardly giving in, and I feel the pull of her clinging to me as I draw back. Trembling, I look at myself jutting out, touching the swell of her ass. A bright handprint burns where I spanked her, and then I decide the other cheek should have one too. Blood rushes to her skin as I slap that perfect bubble. She bites back a scream, lurching forward when she feels me.
I kiss one of the delicate bumps of her spine. “That’s for disobeying me.”
“Disobeying?” She tries to turn around, but I flatten her tits against the hood.
Damn, that’s sexy.
Olivia looks furious, but when my cock touches her pussy, a shudder runs through