Page 24 of Curiosity

“Okay,” I whispered against his lips, working my hands between us to access his buttons, his zipper. “Then just… don’t resist.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d think his eyes glowed, but I quickly realized we’d passed a traffic light – thathadto be it.

At least, it was the only explanation my brain had time to process before Elias had done the work of freeing himself from his pants and boxers, then pulled me onto his dick.

He… was not exaggerating about filling me to the brim.

He covered my mouth with his, swallowing my cries as my body stretched to accommodate him. He grabbed me at the hips, his fingers digging into my flesh in a harsh grip as he pushed me off him and then pulled me back down.

Hard.

His mouth didn’t leave mine, muffling both of our grunts and groans of pleasure as he moved me up and down his dick until I had the presence of mind to take over. Knees squeezing his hips, hands anchored on his shoulders, I switched up the pace, opting for a deep grind over the bounce he’d started.

Needing to breathe, I pulled back from the kiss, fixing him with a breathless grin as I watched his face.

He was watching me, too.

Eyes half closed, catching a red glow in the passing bursts of light.

He bit down on his lip, showing a flash of white teeth before he grabbed me at the neck again, roughly switching our positions so I was sprawled across the seats on my back. One leg over the seat, foot pressed against the roof, the other hiked over his shoulder as he dug into me with the slow,deepstrokes of a man intent on being permanently embedded.

“Fuck!” My pussy clenched tight around him as my nails dug into his hips, clawing for something to hold on to as he stroked.

“This is what you wanted?” he asked, and I couldn’t do anything but moan myyesin response as pressure built in the deepest parts of me. “Cum for me,” he said, meeting my gaze with those half-lidded eyes.

My mouth opened, right on the edge of a scream.

The tension was too much.

“There it is, right there,” Elias muttered, bring a hand to my clit as he strokedjusta little faster, making that overwhelming friction build into a frenzy.

“Please,” I begged.

He nodded. “Tell me what you want, doll? You want more?”

Fuck.

Somehow, he found room to go deeper.

Harder.

I was going toexplode.

“Just let it go. Come on. Come on,” he whispered to me as he pressed into my clit. “Don’t hold it back.”

It was too much.

“I can’t,” I whined as my toes curled and eyes clenched tight.

“Yes the fuck you can.”

I…did.

And I saw stars when it happened.

My mouth was open, but I didn’t yell, didn’t scream, I just…released, with an intensity that touched every inch of my body. He’d wound me up so tight that it wasn’t even apop,I just…crumbled, into a mass of bliss and over-stimulation.

And he didn’t stop.

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