You Are My Reason - Willow Winters Page 0,39

exactly what she wanted. That she wanted me.

She rests her cheek against the car and keeps her eyes on me as I thrust into her again and again, pulling all the way out and then slamming all the way back in. It’s difficult to keep the groans low but I do, and she does what she’s told, staying quiet and watching me as I fuck her like she deserves to be fucked.

The sound of tires squealing above us makes her squirm beneath me, but I hush her and lower myself closer to her. Leaning down, I push my chest against her back and kiss her gently on the lips. “They won’t see.” My hand slips between us and lifts up the front of her dress, lightly running along her clit.

I play with her, teasing and rubbing while watching her writhe under me. “Look at me,” I command her and she’s quick to turn her eyes to me. They reflect nothing but torturous pleasure and the need to cry out her release. She’s gorgeous and I could make this easy for her. I really could. I could fuck her quickly and take her over the edge so she doesn’t have to fight the urge for long. I could let her close her eyes and look away.

But I’m not interested in that.

Jules is going to see. I won’t let her think this is all pretend and something that it’s not.

I’m going to give her everything she needs. I’m going to make it all right again and she’s going to love me for it. I couldn’t care less if that makes me a prick.

It doesn’t matter how it’s going to end, just that it happens this way. Right here and right now.

“Mason.” She whispers my name as her release takes her gently, her soft folds taking me deeper into her. I have to wait for her to stop trembling, a cold sweat breaking out along my skin before moving my fingers to her lips. I wish she were naked so I could see every inch of her. So I could see the flush that’s creeping up her chest.

“Turn around.” I give her the simple command and she obeys, her chest rising and falling unsteadily and her legs still trembling slightly.

“This is going to be quick,” I tell her and then grab her hips in both my hands and angle her how I want her. I glance up to make sure she’s still watching and just like the good girl she is, those gorgeous pale blue eyes are on me. I piston my hips, surprising her as she braces her limp body against the car. The intensity of the raw fuck makes her bottom lip drop with a silent scream as her body tightens. I fist her hair again and pull her head back.

“Mason.” My name is a twisted word of desperation on her lips.

“Cum for me,” I tell her, moving my other hand to her clit again to strum her swollen nub.

She screams out for the first time and I’m quick to bite her neck. Hard. It’s a punishment for not obeying me and it only makes her struggle against me harder. And only makes her impending release that much more intense.

I fucking love it. I love what I do to her and how much pleasure it gives her. How she makes me forget everything when we’re together like this.

Her body goes rigid and her pussy tightens around my cock. She struggles to breathe and her head falls back as she looks at the cement ceiling, her climax threatening to crash through her.

I nip her chin and move the hand that was gripping her hair to her face. I stare into her eyes as her body shudders and her neck arches, her hair draping over my shoulder. Her face is the epitome of sinful ecstasy. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck,” I groan as she finds her release. It only takes four more thrusts, riding through her orgasm and taking her that much higher until I find my own release. My balls draw up and my spine tingles. I bury my head in her neck as my cock pulses deep inside of her.

The sounds of our heavy breathing surround us for a long moment.

I kiss the side of her neck right where she’s marked from my bite, running my nose along her soft skin and breathing in her scent. Her legs are still shaking and a shudder runs down her body