Page 98 of Beautiful Secrets

Which makes it much easier to drag her out of the seat and around to the back.

And while she does put up a fight then, she quickly simmers down when I grab her hair in a fist and yank back her head.

I open the back door and herd her inside, following right behind. I don’t even bother closing the door—not like there’s anyone around to see what I’m about to do to her.

She tries to stay rigid, but as soon as I slap her ass, she bends at the waist. Her knees go onto the seat, and I shove a leg between them before she can slam them closed.

I push her forward, bending her over, but she grabs the headrest to try and keep herself up.

I slap her again, and she melts down onto all fours.

“Good girl, Mika,” I murmur into her ear when I fold over her back.

She makes a sound that could have been anything from protest to permission—but I take it as the former because I like to think that she’ll keep fighting me. It’s getting my dick hard as fuck.

I push her legs further apart, until her one knee threatens to fall over the edge of the seat and into the footwell. But I put my leg down instead, hunkering behind her every bit like a beast intent on mounting its prey.

“You cannot do this!” she yells. “You cannot hate me and then fuck me, all in one breath.”

“Have you ever known me to play by the rules, Mika?”

My dick is so hard, it jumps out of my pants like a fucking jack-o’-lantern and slams right into the spot where she’s already soaking her yoga pants.

I lean back, rubbing my fingers over that spot as I bite my bottom lip.

“Not a chance in hell I’m not fucking this sweet pussy when you’re so wet for me already…and I haven’t even touched you.”

She makes an angry sound and pushes against the far door, trying to drag herself away from me.

But when I yank down her yoga pants and shove my fingers into her cunt, she freezes and lets out a ragged sigh.

“Tell me when you’re sick of playing these games. Maybe we can have an honest-to-God conversation sometime,” I tell her as I force my fingers into her gloriously tight little pussy.

When she doesn’t answer me, I slap her ass. She’s still wearing faint bruises on her creamy skin, and all I want to do is to mark her even more.

And then something happens. One minute she’s fighting me—her pussy clenching as if she legit thinks she can force me out—the next she pushes into me with a deep moan.

Christ—she’s dripping from my fingers.

And for the first time ever, I don’t give a shit if we ruin every inch of my car’s upholstery.

I grab the head of my cock and line it up with her glistening slit, rubbing my crown through her folds and lubing up with her juices.

She pushes back again as if she’s about to sit on my cock if I don’t hurry up.

Which pisses me off.

“I’ve told you before—I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” I slap her ass for effect, but she just groans at me like I’m showing her a good time.

I guess I am, but that wasn’t my intention.

Why is it so fucking difficult to punish this girl?

I grab the back of her shirt and twist the fabric for grip. Then I line up my dick and ease the first inch into her wet pussy.

She sighs, tries to push back.

I let go of my cock and grab her ass instead, keeping her steady so I can take my fucking time.