Page 50 of Overdrive (Speed Demons #1)

She moved like sin incarnate with flushed skin, damp strands of hair sticking to her neck, her tits bouncing with every roll of her hips. I tried to lift my head to kiss them, to taste her again, but she pushed me back down with a palm to my sternum.

“No,” she whispered. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She picked up the pace. The wet slide of her pussy drove me to the brink with every fucking grind. I was panting, sweating, shaking with the effort of not grabbing her and slamming her down onto my cock until we both came so hard we saw stars.

But this was her moment, and she was goddamn devouring me.

“Fuck, Auri.” My voice broke on her name.

She leaned forward, kissing me deeply, moaning into my mouth as her pussy clenched around me.

Her hands threaded into my hair as she rocked harder, her thighs shaking against mine.

Her nails raked down my chest again—deeper this time, hard enough to sting.

I hissed through my teeth. There’d be marks tomorrow.

Maybe even blood. I hoped so. I wanted to see the aftermath. I wanted reminders of this everywhere.

“Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me you're mine.”

Our eyes met, and my heart did this strange flipping thing that felt a little too vulnerable given our current positions. “I’ve always been yours,” I admitted anyway.

Her breath hitched and her rhythm faltered.

I seized the moment, my hand slipping between us to find her clit.

I circled it once, slow and deliberate, and her entire body jolted.

Another swirl and she shattered, hips stuttering, an erotic sound tearing from her throat, nails digging into my shoulders, her sweet little cunt tightening around me so hard I nearly came again.

She cried out my name, a wrecked, broken moan that filled the room and filled my fucking chest .

“Just needed a distraction, didn’t I?” I rasped, holding her through the waves of it. “That’s all I needed, love.” My hands moved to her hips, gripping hard. In one brutal motion, I flipped us, her gasp ripping into the air, and pinned her to the bed beneath me. “Your turn,” I growled.

I reached behind her knees and dragged her down the bed, flipping her onto her stomach in one rough, fluid move.

She squealed, panting on all fours, but didn’t resist. Not even when I spread her legs and pressed a hand flat between her shoulder blades.

She arched her back beautifully, ass high, chest flush to the mattress, hair spilling wild and golden against the crisp white sheets that I couldn't wait to fucking ruin.

She was already so open for me.

But then my gaze dropped. Right above the swell of her ass, nestled between the two dimples on her lower back, was a delicate little tattoo. Black ink and cursive script.

fait au paradis

Made in Heaven.

My cock twitched violently and I choked on a breath. I traced it slowly with one finger, my voice rough with reverence and heat as I whispered, “And I’m the slut?”

She stilled. “Wait—what?”

“You branded yourself, baby,” I purred, eyeing the tattoo, then down to her pink puckered asshole and her dripping cunt. She probably had no idea I could read it.

“Oh my—Callum?—”

“Don’t worry, love,” I murmured. I lined up behind her and shoved in deep.

Her cry echoed in the room, half-moan, half-curse.

I paused, grinding against her, letting her feel how turned on I was.

Leaning over her back, licking the sweat beading on her neck as I pulled my hips back and slammed inside her again with a brutal thrust, “I’ll make sure you live up to the title. My little slut.”

She screamed, loud and guttural. It was the kind of sound that made my control dissolve.

I grabbed the ends of her hair and wrapped the long strands around my wrist, then I fucked her like she was made in heaven just for me.

Hard, brutal thrusts that buried me so deep in her that my balls hit her clit.

“F-fuck!” she gasped, voice muffled by the pillow.

Her body jerked with every thrust, hands fisting the sheets, back arching to take more. I bent over her, mouth to her ear, yanking her head back just enough to hold her still.

“You wanted me to lose control?” I growled. “Then take it. ”

I drove into her again and again, harder and harder.

Her screams were loud enough that the whole floor could probably hear her.

Every wet slap of our skin echoed like thunder in the room.

She was trembling, shaking, fucking soaking my cock, our thighs, the sheets.

My eyes rolled back and I realized that she must've been made in heaven if this was what sex was supposed to feel like.

“You feel that?” I rasped, voice low and lethal against her neck as I dragged her upright, back pressed to my chest. One arm locked across her stomach, the other sliding up, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

Then I wrapped my hand around her throat in a firm, possessive hold that made her whole body shudder.

I loved every reaction her body gave me.

This was us at our core, completely unhinged and unholy.

Aurélie moaned, and I felt the vibrations against my palm.

I squeezed a little harder and her head dropped back onto my shoulder, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching tight around me as if she was already on the edge again.

She sat completely back in my lap, her thighs on mine, her knees bracketing me.

Every inch of our bodies touched, and I was buried so deep it stole my breath.

“F-fuck…” she gasped, barely able to breathe. “Do that again.”

Jesus Christ. She was a dream come true. She wanted it as filthy as I did.

I tightened my grip and her next breath stuttered. “Please—Callum—I want to come like this,” she gasped, sounding so goddamn desperate. “Want to feel you own me.”

"Say it in French. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you beg. "

She turned her face so her lips brushed my neck, and I shivered. "Je veux que to me prennes… que tu me possèdes."

I want you to take me… to own me.

Oh my fuck. I could listen to her talk to me like this for eternity.

Then, breathless and broken, she whimpered something else in French that hit me like a goddamn freight train on fire, so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

"Dis-le… que je suis à toi.”

Say it… that I’m yours.

I nearly lost it right there, but I wasn’t certain she meant for me to know what she meant. I thrust into her roughly, making both of us moan. I growled against her neck, right on that spot that made her legs quake, “You’re mine, and you’re taking me so well. My perfect fucking slut.”

Her body convulsed at the words, her pussy fluttering so tight I had to grit my teeth and fight the urge to come, even though I was on the precipice.

“You like that?” I hissed, hips grinding deep, my hold on her throat loosening just enough to let her gasp in a shaky breath. “Like being choked while I fuck you? You’re so responsive, Auri. So fucking perfect for me.”

She whined, barely coherent, her nails clawing at my forearm where I held her still.

“Such a good girl,” I praised, smooth and sinful. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

I rolled my hips just right, hand slipping between her thighs to find her clit, and she jerked, full-body spasms rocking through her. She dripped and melted all over my lap, drenching our skin and making the sound of our skin slapping even filthier.

“You gonna come for me, love?” I growled, lips dragging across her jaw, her cheek, her ear. “Gonna soak my cock while I hold your pretty throat?”

“Yes—Callum—please?—”

“Then come, my little slut.” I kissed her temple, her cheek, her jaw—slow, reverent, ruined.

“Come for me. Now.” And she did, violently and gloriously, screaming my name while her cunt pulsed around me in hot, rhythmic spasms that threatened to drag me right over the edge with her.

Stars dotted my vision as I held her through it.

Then— fuck . Her arms wound around my neck, pulling me in close. Her head dropped to my shoulder, and she leaned into the grip I still had on her throat as though she needed it to stay tethered. Her nails scraped the back of my neck and tugged on the ends of my hair.

Then, in a raw whisper, she said, “You’re everything I ever wanted.” A beat before she spoke again, softer this time. “It’s never felt like this before. I’ve never felt… this alive.”

And just like that—I fucking detonated. The tingles building under my skin and spread through my veins exploded as my body shattered around her.

Not just from the sex or the praise, but from her truth.

At that moment, it hit me like a crash into the barriers at two-hundred miles per hour: I felt something for her.

I wanted her. Not just her body, not just the chase; I wanted every messy, moody, mouthy, and magnificent inch of her.

I buried myself deep, my hips jerking in stuttering thrusts as I came so hard I saw white behind my eyes. The orgasm ripped through me like a goddamn lightning strike, so powerful I pitched forward, pushing her down with me—our bodies crashing together as we both caught ourselves on shaky arms.

My chest was pressed to her back, forehead falling to her shoulder, breath tearing from my lungs in ragged, broken bursts.

I was gone, fucking obliterated, as her name fell from my lips like a prayer and a curse all at once, my teeth grazing her skin and my soul clawing toward hers in the silence that followed.

“ Fuuuuck —Aurélie?—”

Her words echoed through my skull like gospel. I held her tight, pressing my forehead to her temple, trying to breathe through the wreckage of what she’d just done to me.

I’d never come so hard in my life.

Her hand reached back blindly, fingers digging into the muscle of my tattooed thigh, holding tight like she needed to anchor herself to something real. My entire body shook.