Page 40 of Midnight Racers

“Charlotte.” Flynn pushed himself up slightly to look into my eyes. He was still embedded deep in me, our bodies joined. “You, okay?” There was a vulnerability in his eyes that broke something inside me. He was complicated and difficult, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that none of that mattered since he was mine.

Yeah, it was fucked up as I hardly knew him, yet that didn’t stop the thought from fluttering through my head.

My hand smoothed over his shoulder on my way to trailing it through his messy hair. “Hmmm,” I whispered. “Although, I think my boss might be pissed at the mess I’ve made.”

His laugh travelled down his body to his cock and I moaned at the sensation. “I’ll have a word with him,” Flynn replied.

His vulnerability infused into me. “What now?” I whispered, needing something that I was unable to put into words.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I wish I could tell you that this had scratched that itch, but I still want you, Charlotte. More now than before.” His cock twitched inside me and my core squeezed around him instinctively.

I closed my eyes. “I built a reputation, Flynn. I had a no fraternising at work policy.”

He laughed again, amusement lurking in his green gaze. “I think we broke that policy.”

“Really?” I arched my eyebrow, dropping my eyes to stare at our joined bodies. “What makes you think that?”

His forehead came down to touch mine. “The fact that my dick is still inside you. That I can still feel you gripping me with your warmth.” His mouth hovered over mine and my lips fell open. “And I want to do it all over again.”

I swallowed and I felt his lips smile against mine. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? My body took control of the situation with my legs wrapping around his lean waist and my fingers clinging to him.

“No one knows,” I whispered.

“Just until we get this itch under control,” he agreed. His cock had been semi-erect, but now started to expand to his full size again.

Surely he wasn’t ready for round two?

Flynn grinned, his fingers tracing down my side with an assured ownership that no one had ever used before.

“Surely you aren’t ready to go again?” I said, wiggling my hips and feeling the fullness of him.

“Charlotte, you have been driving me fucking insane for a month. My dick has finally gotten inside you. We’re nowhere remotely finished with you.”

Which was how I found myself legs spread wide, hands flat on the car bonnet, and back arched as Flynn pumped into me from behind. He had felt big before, but in this position, he was enormous, that divine friction from his rapidly moving cock making me moan and push back against him.

I watched us in the front windscreen, Flynn’s teeth biting into his bottom lip as he held my hips securely to allow his pelvis to bump into mine. Gone were my encounters under the duvet with the lights off. Flynn’s confidence seeped into me, giving me the courage to watch us, my arousal levels rising with every thrust.

Flynn leaned over me, his arms caging around me, his gaze meeting mine in the reflective surface. “Enjoying the view?”

“Hmmm. Maybe you could put a bit more effort in? I’ve never watched porn before or starred in it.”

He gently bit down on my shoulder. “I think you’re meant to moan a lot louder and encourage me. I’ll do my best to overact.” He straightened, his right hand slapping my ass. “Let me hear you, baby.”

My eyebrows shot up in shock, unsure if it was due to his comments, the use of the wordbaby, or the fact that he’d just slapped my ass.

I moaned loudly, stretched my arms out in front of me to lower myself so I could watch more of him in the windscreen. He held onto my hips, pummelling hard and fast, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises to mark this moment. I craved him to mark me so I know this actually happened and for even a moment he belonged to me because Flynn was a free spirit that would never be tied down. His gaze held mine in the window.

“Harder,” I moaned with an exaggerated accent. “I need you to make me feel you into next week, big boy.”

His lips twitched and he slapped my ass again. “You’ll take what I give you, baby girl, and be grateful.”

“Please!” I almost howled. “Give it to me.”

He slapped the other side of my ass, and whereas I thought my reaction would be indignation, instead I wiggled my hips and stuck my ass up for more. He chuckled and shook his head and I laughed at his expression.

“You’re never going to make it as a porn star,” Flynn lamented.

“I’m sure my boss will be delighted to hear that.” I moaned when he thrust into me hard and rotated his hips. “Although, I’m thinking you could pass as a porn star.”

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