Page 94 of Only Fate

Thankfully, I don’t.

I climb closer and suck him.

He collects my ponytail in his fist. Jerking his hips forward, he feeds me his cock. I gag a few times, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You suck me so good, baby. Stroke it as you suck.”

I do that and suck him at the same time.

He moans when I deep-throat him and grip the base of his cock.

“Can I come in your mouth?” he asks.

I stop. “If you do that, will you be done for the night?”

He smirks at my awkward wording. “Do you mean, will I be able to fuck you as well?”

I nod.

“Baby, I will absolutely be fucking you tonight.”

“Then, yes, come in my mouth.” I start sucking him again.

His movements become more frantic, choking me a fewmore times, and he pulls my ponytail. His entire body shakes, and his dick spasms in my mouth before I get the first taste of him.

I keep my mouth on his cock, sucking, so I can taste every drop of him.

When I finally pull away, his breathing is wild. He crooks his finger, directing me to come his way. As soon as my face is close enough, he grabs me around the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his.

“Now, it’s your turn, baby.” He lowers his hand and starts stroking himself.

It doesn’t take long for his cock to get hard again.

I grab my bag and find the condom that I asked Ava for earlier. When I asked her toborrow one, she asked me if I planned to give it back or something. I’m sure that’ll be an inside joke between us for the rest of our lives.

I rip open the wrapper, and Adrian’s eyes are wild as he stares at me.

Luckily, I made the smart decision to wear a dress. I shove it up my waist and start climbing over his lap. He stops me, placing a hand on my stomach before lowering it between my legs. The sound of him ripping my panties echoes through the car.

“Those would’ve been a problem,” he says, clenching them tight in his grip. He shoves them against his face and smells them. “You’re soaked for me. I want to remember this smell for the rest of my life, so I’m keeping these.”

“But they’re ripped.” I shyly bite my lower lip.

“I don’t intend to wear them, baby. I’m keeping them so I never forget this fantasy of you.”

“Someone sure has an obsession with how I smell.”

“No, it’s more of an obsession with you,period. Your smell, your taste, everything about you—I’m completely obsessed. Now, climb up here and ride my cock.”

I smile and lift a shoulder. “Since you said it so sweetly.”

He guides me onto his lap and gives me time to make myself comfortable. It’s a tight fit, and the steering wheel jams into my back. Gripping my hips, he lifts and then carefully lowers me onto his cock.

I drop my head forward and dig my nails into his shoulders.

With his hands still on my hips, he bucks me forward.

I ride him, slow and easy at first.

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