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“We don’t need an hour, Lola. Only three minutes.” He winked up at her, that adorable dimple reappearing.

Three minutes—right. He could last for so long she sometimes had trouble walking afterward. “Says the man who kept me up till five a.m. last weekend—” She barely got the last word out, as he abruptly grew serious, his carnal focus entirely on her, and pushed a finger inside her.

She did groan this time, the sound filling the car. He added another finger while his other hand cupped her ass, fingertips digging in possessively. She loved when he handled her like this.

It didn’t take long for her rational thoughts to cloud over with lust, and she willingly spiraled into it with every stroke of Darien’s hand. As he played with her, he watched her with a predator’s focus, the heat of his stare like a fire she would willingly throw herself into.

“Spread your legs a little for me, sweetheart,” Darien told her. She did, shuddering with pleasure at the feel of the new angle. “There you go. Just like that.” He slapped her ass, making her gasp, and squeezed. “You’re so wet, Loren. You’re going to feel so good on my cock.” His words dried out her mouth, while another part of her got even wetter, her stomach tightening with a fresh wave of arousal.

“I want it,” she panted. She clung to him, fingernails clawing his shoulders. He was so close, she could feel him everywhere, but it wasn’t close enough, and she wanted him so badly. “Give it to me.”

A dark smile teased his mouth. “Not yet.”

He brought his fingers out to swirl her wetness around her clit, the sensations causing her thighs to clamp around his hand.

Her breathing hitched, her pleasure building at a staggering pace. She tried grinding on his cock, but it was difficult to do from this angle.

That hand on her ass tightened, stilling her movements, holding her away from what she wanted. “What did I just say?” Darien berated, his words a low growl. He pushed two fingers back in, right up to the knuckles. “Fuck, you’re tight.” The approval in his husky tone had her insides clenching around his fingers.

A whimper slipped through her lips. “Darien, please—”

“I know, baby. I’ll let you ride my cock once I’ve had my fun with your pretty little pussy.” He drew her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it, teeth grazing. When he let go, he stayed close enough to breathe her air, that hand pumping into her relentlessly, the friction from his touch turning her body into a living flame. “How does that sound?”

“Good.” The word was barely a whisper.

He nipped at her lip again. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His thumb pressed even harder into her clit, building up the pressure, making her squirm in his lap. Her nipples were so hard they felt raw.

Every kiss Darien left on her body tripled her want. Her need. Although a part of her still worried about being caught, she found that she liked it—the thrill. Knowing her school was right there, and she was in here, the hand of a Devil between her thighs, turned her on, her need for him too great to contain.

“You want to come, baby?” Darien’s question was voiced so roughly and so deeply, she felt it in her belly.

“Yes,” she gasped. Those fingers moved faster, sliding in and out of her, that friction pushing her pleasure closer, the promise of release making her vision shimmer at the edges. “God, yes.”

With a rocking of her hips, she chased her orgasm to his rhythm, desperate to come, her breathy moans the only sound in the car. She clung to the worn leather of his jacket with one hand, zipper digging into her palm, the other grasping the back of his neck, her thumb grazing the Devils tattoo below his ear.

Her orgasm was so close, her legs were jerking from the staggering force of it. “Don’t stop—”

He covered her mouth with his, the kiss hungry and claiming as he swallowed her cries, not breaking it until all the breath was out of her lungs. Her pulse pounded everywhere, but mostly between her legs, where his hand moved with wicked precision.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, a sound of approval climbing up his throat. That hand pumped into her harder. Faster. She fell into him from the sheer force of his movements, her breasts flattening against his chest, her mouth once again finding his. His other hand went to the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging it back. “Come on, sweetheart,” he growled, breath sweeping across her mouth. “Let me feel that tight pussy come around my fingers, and maybe I won’t tell your professors what a naughty little fucking brat you are.” He curled his fingers inside her, just a little, hitting that spot—

Pleasure exploded through her, every muscle going taut as she came with a high cry. Her thighs pressed together with her release, trapping his hand between them, her whole body quivering in his lap. “Oh god.” She could feel her inner muscles squeezing his fingers, so tight he could hardly move them, but it only turned her on more, especially when he kept going, the area so sensitive she almost had to beg him to stop.

“Fuck yes.” He tightened his fist in her hair and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her new cries as she rocked into his hand, again and again. He carried her through her orgasm, right to the very end of it, his movements only slowing when hers did.

When she broke the kiss, gasping for air, heart galloping in her chest, she looked at Darien, only to find that he was already staring at her, that gaze of his devouring.

“You dirty girl,” he accused, a dark and sinful smile creeping across his mouth. “Getting fucked right in front of your school.”

“That was your idea,” she panted.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He took his hand out from under her skirt, the sudden absence of his touch making her whimper and bite her lip.

And then, slowly, his gaze holding hers the whole time, he brought that hand up to his mouth…and sucked on his fingers.