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My stomach drops, a shuddering exhale leaving my lungs. “Have you?” Anger rushes in my veins, my jaw tightening.
She looks at the mess I am and still smiles. “No, I couldn’t.” Her mouth parts and her cheeks redden. “Not when I’ve experienced you.”
Part of me hurts that she feels that way. She shouldn’t. But I’m fucking grateful she does.
With her eyes on mine, she sinks down on my cock, slowly. “Fucking Christ,” I moan out, leaning my head back against the seat.
Gasping, she starts to shake, and then cry. I stop. “What’s the matter?”
Shaking her head, she buries it in my chest and won’t look at me.
I don’t move. Panic sets in and I grab her face in my hands, pissed at myself I didn’t take into consideration this would probably hurt for her. “Did I hurt you?”
Again, she shakes her head, moving her hips up and down. “Don’t stop.”
I stop her from moving all together. “What the fuck is wrong? I’m not doing this if you’re going to fucking cry?”
Tears flow down her cheeks, purple hair falling into soft green eyes. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Maybe because I love you. Maybe because you’re all I’ve ever wanted and never thought I was good enough for. I’m not even sure. Maybe all of it.”
I take her face in my hands and smash my lips to hers. It’s the first time we’ve kissed since I’ve been out, and I pour every fucking emotion I have into the goddamn kiss. I make her feel she’s good enough for me. “You’re enough,” I tell her, panting and moving with her. “Your fuckingenough.”
She’s still wearing her dress and I start frantically trying to remove it. I have to see her entire body. All of it. Her mouth remains greedy against mine, but mine’s greedier and we fight for each other.
She stops me, her hands on my wrists, breaking the kiss. “Don’t rip my dress, Tiller,” she warns, and I listen. Kind of. I still don’t stop from removing it.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to your clothes.” Once I do have it off, my mouth latches onto her nipples, biting, sucking, as I thrust deep inside her. It’s like I can’t get enough, and I can’t.
“Oh God,” she breathes, rocking against me.
I lean my forehead against her tits, watching myself slide in and out of her. She’s so tight, her cunt squeezing my shaft. It’s a sensation so primal, I’d kill any other motherfucker who ever thought of having their dick inside her. She rocks forward again, greedy for more, goose bumps rippling up her arms.
Heavy sighs and even heavier gasps fill my truck. It rocks with our need. My arms are wrapped around her waist, gripping her so hard, she struggles to move.
She tosses her head back and I take a handful of her hair, gently tugging until her throats exposed for mine. She winces when I bite but begs for the pain when I don’t.
When she comes, her mouth meets mine in a frantic kiss, one with more need than ever before. My legs stiffen, my body tenses. She breaks the kiss and stares at me. If she moves, I’ll come. She holds the power. I lift my hips. “Come for me again,” I say against her lips. “Come with me.”
She nods, unable to form a coherent response. I shift my legs, trying to gain room. Amberly rolls her hips, her body trembling.
“Are you almost there?” I ask.
She nods again, but no words.
I tighten my grip on her hair. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” She winces. I loosen my grip.
I thought I had been holding her tightly before, but when she yells out my name and throws her head back, and I finally come, I grip her body as if I’m drowning and she’s the life preserve. In many ways, she is.
Her movements slow and my grip loosens. Burying my face in her hair, I exhale heavily. “What’s my score?”
She laughs and bites my shoulder playfully. “I think I need to see another run before I can give my final score.”
“What are you scoring me on this time?”
Her smile’s sinful. “Use of course.”
I lift her up and lay her over the seat. “Well then, honey, let me showcase my skills.”