Page 60 of Claim to Fame

“Yeah?” Her smile knocked the air from his lungs, the way it lit up her face from within, the sparkle in her eyes. She rocked her hips against him in a slow roll designed to make him lose his mind and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs through the flimsy material separating his hands from her skin. “I like you.”

He kissed her again, this time in earnest, holding her hips snug against his own with one hand as the other snaked up her back and into her hair. He kissed her as though he could make her want to stay, as though this kiss could be enough.

Her hands slid down his chest, tugging at his shirt, fumbling with his belt buckle. He dragged his lips down her throat, sinking his teeth into the place where her neck met her shoulder. Her hand slid inside the placket of his jeans, curling around the length of him, already hard and desperate for her. She pumped her hand over him slowly, squeezing from root to tip as she stroked him.

“This what you want, city girl? You want me to fuck you in my truck?”

Her eyes flared wide before darkening. Goddamn she was beautiful like this, lust-drunk and needy.

“You need my cock so badly you can’t even wait until we get in the house,” he purred, skating his hands up her hips, over her waist.

He hooked one strap of her sundress with his finger and dragged it down her arm, revealing the cup of her bra, the creamy swell of her breast in the moonlight slanting through the window beside them. He held her gaze as he pulled the cup down, her breast tumbling free, then dropped his mouth to her, sucking the tight furl of her nipple between his lips as she continued to touch him. She moaned and stroked him faster.

“You wet for me, Han? That pretty pussy of yours ready for my cock?”

“Yes, Ethan,” she panted.

With her free hand, she lifted the hem of her dress. He took it for the invitation it was and pressed his thumb to her seam through her cotton panties, feeling her wetness already soaking through the fabric.

“I don’t have any condoms on me, sweetheart,” he said softly, regret lancing through him. “If we go inside—”

“You don’t need one,” she said, cutting him off.

He tore his eyes away from the sight of her wet panties, holding her gaze as a new fire burned in his chest. He hadn’t been with anyone without protection since the night his daughter was conceived, hadn’t even wanted to, but goddamn did he want to now. The idea of sliding inside Hannah bare, of feeling the wet glide of her, of watching his cum leak out of her when they were through, knowing he’d filled her with it, that part of him was still inside her—fuck, it was too much to hope for.

Hannah’s cheeks flamed bright red. “I mean, if you want…”

“I want,” he said, thrusting into her fist to punctuate the point. “Jesus Christ, how I want. I just haven’t done that in…a long time.”

“Me either,” she said. “But I have an IUD and I’ve been tested recently. Everything was negative.”

“Me too.”

He ran his eyes over her, from the wild tangle of her dark hair and the flush running from her cheeks down to her chest, the one uncovered breast bouncing gently, the tip shiny with his saliva, the bunched up fabric of her dress and the thighs spread wide over his hips, the tight grasp of her hand that he knew paled in comparison to the feeling of being inside her. He took the dress in his hands and lifted it over her head, tossing it on the passenger seat and leaving her in only her underwear and bra. She was so fucking beautiful with the moonlight painting her skin.

“Put me inside yourself, sweetheart,” he grated out as he gripped the base of his cock, angling it towards her.

She hooked the gusset of her panties and pulled them to the side, lifted her hips, and lined herself up with his tip. He curled his free hand around her hips.

“Go slow. I want to watch your pussy stretch open for me,” he commanded.

She did as he asked, lowering herself so just his crown slid inside her tight, wet heat. He hissed at the clench of her, and released his hold on himself to strum his thumb over her clit. Each pass over the swollen bundle of nerves had her sliding further down, taking him deeper, until he was fully seated. Her mouth fell open on a silent gasp as he hilted himself inside her and he caught her bottom lip between his teeth.

“Come on my cock, Hannah. Use me to make yourself feel good.” He thrust up into her, their movements small and controlled in the confined space, and continued to stroke her clit as he took her nipple between his teeth.

She clutched his head to her chest, whimpering with each thrust. “God, Ethan, I’m already so close.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me. We’re just getting started. Give me this first one, here, and I promise I’ll fuck you properly when we get inside. You just have to come on my cock first.” Her inner walls fluttered around him, clenching and grasping, and he pressed his forehead to hers, gritted his teeth to stave off his own orgasm. “That’s right, Han. You can do it. Let me feel this pussy come for me.”

She shook in his arms, her heat clamping down on him as her soft whimpers filled his ears. It took all his self-control not to come, but he wanted to watch her the first time he came inside her. She gasped and collapsed against him, her thighs tensing, and he dropped his hands to stroke over the tired muscles there.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Hannah,” he groaned, his cock begging for relief.

“I’m hardly perfect,” she murmured, her lips against his collarbone.

He thrust up into her again and she gasped. “Time to go inside now, sweetheart, and I’ll prove it to you.”

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