Page 50 of The One

She lifted up, steering my tip toward her pussy and sinking her body down the length of my shaft until I was fully inside her.

“I guess you do need me. You’re so fucking wet.”

And tight, squeezing me from the inside, pulsing around me.

I cranked the seat back and reclined a bit, giving her more room to move.

To fucking take.

Which she did, immediately riding me, wasting no time to buck her hips forward, rising and falling against me.

“Jesus, Lainey.” I swiped her clit and instantly heard her inhale, followed by an increase in speed. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” Her hands were on my shoulders, her head leaning back toward the steering wheel, her whole throat exposed. “I want more!”

I could tell.

She was riding me like she wanted to come now.

Given that we were in my car—a position slightly cramped compared to what we were used to—and that we had a dinner reservation that wasn’t far from now, I assumed she wasn’t going to draw this out.

By the way she was taking me, working me, it wasn’t going to take long. A few more flicks of my thumb while she was in this position, and she would be fucking screaming.

Shit, I would be too.

I massaged her clit, and she tightened around me, dipping down even faster than before, clutching me from the inside.

“Fuck!” she gasped. “Ah!”

She was close. I could feel it.

And what that was doing to me was making my balls tingle. Especially as she swallowed my whole dick, her swivels adding pressure to each side, sucking all the way to my tip before she dropped again.

“Lainey!” A surge was moving through me. “You’re going to make me come.”

“I’m already there.”

I gripped her waist, not to guide her, but to hold on because what was about to shoot out of me was the most overwhelming intensity and it was building fast.

I fisted the back of her hair and led her lips to mine. “Fuck yes.” I tilted my hips upward. “Ride that fucking dick.”

A wave of wetness came through her pussy, covering me as I slid through. And just when I thought she couldn’t get any tighter, she began to narrow even more.

“Rhett!” She drew in air. “Yes! I’m coming!”

We moved together, our bodies slapping against each other, and while I ground her clit, I emptied myself inside her.

“Hell yeah.” My tone was gritty as I rode through each ripple.

Within a few more drives, our thrusts softened; they slowed, and they completely died out until there was only stillness and breaths between us.

I hugged my arms around her, my hands lifting until they were on her face. “You can tell me to pull over anytime you want, baby.”

She laughed. “You’re saying you won’t ever complain about it? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“That’s what you’re hearing.”

She smiled. “Good to know.”