Page 27 of Always Knew It Was You

His hand slides down from my clit, pushing two fingers smoothly into my center.

My body hunches over as lust punches through me.

My mind ripples and splits. A part of me yelling to escape his measured, deep thrusts. Another part yearns for more.

I want release.I need release.

“Please, Micah,” I beg, loudly, lustily. “Please let me come.”

He adds another finger and then curves it to hit my G-spot.

A guttural throaty sound escapes from me. My toes curl, my body clenching on his thick digit.

He starts going faster, slamming into me and it feels so good that I can’t stand it. My mind is flying apart, but he secures me between his body and the wall so I know there’s no danger of falling. I have no clue how he’s holding me up this long. I’m not exactly a shrinking daisy, but then I grip his arms and remember how muscular he is. It hides well under the suits he usually wears but the strength in his arms is undeniable.

I shift my hold to his shoulder and start bouncing slowly in the air, on his finger, ever greedy for more. I shut my eyes to savor the feeling of my incoming orgasm driving every other thought from my mind. It’s almost there. It rides the base of my spine, skittering along down all my extremities. It grows bigger, pulls tighter. At some point, it’s so intense that I bite his shoulder to hold back.

“Yes, fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back. “Mark me. Mark me and come for me, baby girl.”

That’s it. That’s all I need. Suddenly without warning, I flood his hand and shout my release into the air.

And that’s when I instantly hear voices.

Micah hears them too, because he mutters out a curse and pulls his finger out of me with a wet pop. He hoists me higher and carries me to the parking lot, fumbling his key out of his pocket and unlocking the car as we go.

And once we’re in the cool interior of the Porsche, he doesn’t stop.

He slides into the car with me in his lap and I can feel the barely bridled energy, waiting to be released. I can feel a hard cock pressing against my pussy.

I shift my panties aside and fumble with his zipper, mindless now, needing to feel him inside me. The location isn’t ideal but it’s not my first time having car sex. Yes, it can be uncomfortably cramped but I know how to make it work.

And so does Micah, because he pushes the seats all the way back to give him space. Luckily, his rental car has enough headroom that I don’t bang my head when he lifts me. Plus, the windows are tinted.

And then finally, I release his cock, watching it rise angrily and proudly from his pants.

I take a second to stare at it in awe.

He looks painfully aroused, I’m surprised he’s not a desperate, pleading mess like I am.

His cock is a stiff baton, tip swollen and purple, stalk twitching and quivering as it bounces near his belly button.

Precum has dribbled out the tip and down the stalk. Veins throb at the side.

He only touched me.

All he did was touch me, and he looks just about ready to explode.

Pride merges with passion.

And then, with a curse, Micah drags me forward, arranges me in his lap and drives his cock into me.

“Micah!”

From then on, I can only hold on for the ride.

This coupling isn’t like the first time. It’s messy and jagged and full of muttered swear words and tongue kisses. A few elbows banging on the car door here and there. Once, my back hits the horn and it goes off. We don’t stop. There’s no control, no suave moves. All animalistic needs.

And it’s glorious.

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