Page 84 of No Mistakes

“Cum for me,” he commands, his voice lethal. His fingers twist inside me, moving faster, dragging me straight over the edge as he pushes them deeper. My thighs clamp around his wrist, my back arching off the hood as my orgasm rips through me with a sharp, helpless cry.

“Scream, baby, let the whole fucking world hear you.”

And I do, I scream his fucking name, over and over.

He doesn’t stop, not until I’m trembling, covering his fingers until he slowly removes them, leaving me wrecked as I look up towards the stars, trying to figure out if they’re real.

I don’t have enough time to catch my breath as I hear the sound of fabric rustling. Axel’s hands grip my thighs, dragging me to the very edge of the hood.

“Wrap ‘em around me,” he orders.

I obey immediately, hooking my legs high on his hips. His body pressing into mine. Through the mask, those red eyes burn into me like they can see straight through skin and bone.

One hand grips my ass, pulling me flush against him just as the other comes up, his fingers wrapping around my throat. His grip isn’t rough; it’s enough to hold me still, to remind me who’s in control.

“Feel that?” His thumb presses into the hollow of my neck, right over my pulse. “That’s mine.”

The hand at my throat tightens just enough to make my breath catch, my lips parting. My pulse kicks hard against his palm, and something in his stance shifts, something darker, hungrier.

I feel the thick press of him through his boxers against my thighs. He grinds slowly, letting my body feel him.

“You want me to fuck you right here?” he asks, voice deep, each word rumbling through the mask like a threat and a promise.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Say it louder.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

The grip on my throat tightens for a second, my vision edging with the heat and adrenaline. He loosens it slightly, letting just enough air rush back in before he clamps down. He removes his hand from my ass, and I know I don’t have to wait long to have all of him.

“Good girl.” He says, whispering into my ear. My vision blurs again, and his hands loosen just as his hips drive forward, the pressure of him and the air hitting me at once. My head tips back as I moan his name.

A hand slides under my ass, lighting me slightly so every grind hits exactly where I’m throbbing for him.

The mask stays close, and all I hear is his grunts through the vents as he fucks me forcefully.

The hand at my neck never leaves. Sometimes he squeezes, making my world narrow to just him, sometimes he lets go slightly, giving me air like it’s a reward. Each time he tightens his hold, my body jolts with raw, pulsing heat.

“You’re fucking mine, Eva. Every gasp. Every twitch. Every sound.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his back through his shirt.

He presses harder into my neck, his body slamming against mine, and I’m so far gone I don’t care if anyone sees. He guides me backwards, using my neck to force me down, and I feel him move slowly, his body rising above me as he climbs on top.

He pulls out, and I glare at him until his voice drops.

“Turn around, Buttercup,”

I do as I’m told, flipping my body over, my hands on top of the windshield. He manoeuvres behind me, and I look back, seeing his knees press against the hood. He wastes no time forcing himself back into me, and my body flies forward, my breasts pressing flat against the glass through my shirt.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I pant, each word matching his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Eva.” His palm cracks against my ass as I push myself back against him.

“I’m gon-gonna-”

“Do it,” he growls, picking up the pace until my body seizes and I cry out, my climax gripping him. His groan rumbles through the mask, his release spilling into me as he keeps thrusting, riding out every last wave until I collapse against the glass.