Page 101 of Deadly Obsession

This might be the hottest sex we’ve had yet.

It feels important.

Because I can finally see myself in his world.

“You’re perfect, Sage. Your pussy is perfect. My cock was made for you.”

Elias holds my hips in place and bucks up into me. My head falls back with a scream.

Neither of us care that the driver and QBM soldier in the passenger seat can hear us fucking back here. The divider provides visual privacy. It appears to be soundproofed for casual conversations, but not screaming, hot sex.

Elias pounds up into me, bringing me to the edge of release. His mouth finds my breast, and he bites down over the fabric-covered nipple. My orgasm erupts.

He thrusts a few more times before following with his own release.

We sit there, his cock inside me to the hilt while we catch our breath.

“I’m sorry about your driver,” I whisper. “Did anyone else... get hurt?”

He skims his palm up and down my spine. “No one else. At least nothing life-threatening.”

“This is my fault. If Chase—”

“Chase is the only one to blame here. He’s using you to get to me. Don’t ever apologize for that man again, okay?”

I nod then, while still on his lap, his cock inside me, I tell him everything Chase said to me. We even FaceTimed my parents just to be sure. They were inside the beachside home, cooking dinner.

The call was less than a minute because I couldn’t stop blushing, worried that my parents would somehow find out I was being used as a cock warmer.

As the driver continues towards Brooklyn, Elias explains that his men are canvassing the area around the bar, along with the NYPD. The mayor showed up so he could help spin the shootout to the media. I asked if he was worried about all the people who recorded the aftermath on their cell phones. There were too many devices to confiscate and wipe the evidence, so he said they basically had to explain that club owner Johnny Goode was targeted, believed to be a disgruntled patron who was denied access to one of his clubs.

Elias said it was a weak explanation, but it was going to have to do for now.

“Do you feel better?” he asks. “Did the car sex help?”

I snort and bury my head in the crook of his neck.

“It did.”

I kiss along his throat and jaw before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Since he’sstillinside me, I feel him getting hard again.

“You know, that was the first time I’ve fucked in a moving car,” I say.

“But you’ve fucked in a parked car?”

“Yeah. Prom. Junior year.” I roll my eyes. “I can see you revving up to be jealous, but don’t. It was the dude’s first time and my second. It was horrible.”

He smiles at that.

“Good. You will never have terrible sex ever again.”

“Is that a promise?”

He lifts my hips, and I gasp when his cock slides out of me, but only to the tip.

Then he jerks up, re-entering me again in one slick move.

I groan and wrap my arms around his neck, allowing him to pump into me easily.