Page 83 of Breaking His Law

He lets out a strangled moan and before I know what’s happening, he’s pulled me onto his lap. “Straddle me,” he instructs, and I can hear the desperation in the low timbre of his voice.

I shuffle myself on my shins on top of the leather seat and push my fine gold silk dress up my thighs to accommodate his broad body.

Moving close, I drop my lips to his and take what I’ve wanted all night. The thing I crave. Him, all of him. I’m grateful that the concealed glass is doing its job by hiding our desperate kisses.

My pussy perfectly aligns with his thick, hard length, which I can feel beneath his pants, and he grunts when I grind myself against him, panting into my mouth as his tongue twirls around mine.

“Nathan,” I whimper when he digs his fingertips into my hips, deep enough to leave bruises, sending waves of slick heat deep in my core.

He moves his lips to my neck, biting and nipping at my jaw, my ear, anywhere he finds as if desperate to devour me, before covering his mouth with mine again.

His fingers brush my skin as he slips his hands under my dress, then grabs my hips again to rock me back and forth, teasing my clit against his covered cock and the fabric of my now wet lace panties.

“I want you,” he groans into my mouth when I rock my hips with more vigor, sliding back and forth to chase my own release. “But I told you I’m a gentleman and there is no way I am fucking you in a limo, Arianna.”

“Forget being a gentleman, I want you to fuck me. Now.” I reach down and unclip the hook and eye of his black dress pants, tugging at them, urgently pushing them down his hips.

He digs his fingertips into my skin much deeper this time, as if considering if he should be the gentleman he spoke of earlier or fuck me like I am telling him to.

“Stop thinking about it and just do it, Nathan.” We’ve been teasing each other for weeks. We need this. “I want you inside of me.” I need him, so much.

“Fuck it.” Nathan kisses me breathless, and carelessly we struggle together, awkwardly shedding the fabric that’spreventing us connecting again in ways I’ve been imagining for weeks.

“Jesus fucking Christ, take my pants off.” He breaks our kiss momentarily, then lifts his hips to help me remove his pants, taking his boxers with them.

At the same time, I pull my dress up over my head and drop it on the seat beside us, then unstick my stupid bra from my skin, which is the least sexy thing I own and only bought to wear with the backless dress, exposing myself completely for him.

He drops his attention to my breasts, and his eyes darken as he takes me in.

Gently, he circles my pebbled nipple with the pad of his thumb, before rolling it between his thumb and fingertip, causing me to cry out with pleasure. “So beautiful,” he declares before bowing his head and pulling my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking at my sensitive peak.

I arch my head back, pushing my chest into his face, needing more of him. He flicks my nipple harder with his tongue over and over, and I’m panting, rubbing my pussy against him before he bites down firmly on my nipple, sending an electric current of arousal through my body.

Threading my hands into the back of his hair, I tilt his head up and capture his lips with mine. “I want you,” I gasp, wanting everything with him, anything he’ll give me.

I push myself up a little higher when he slips the soaked lace of my panties to the side, allowing him to line the angry-looking head of his cock with my entrance.

Looking down between us, he watches as I lower myself onto him. His lips twitch with enjoyment as I slide down the last inch of his length and let out a sigh of relief. It feels like years, not weeks, since we last had sex.

“Do you like my cock filling you up, baby?” he asks, his chest heaving in and out as if trying to control himself.

“God, yeah. I’m so wet for you.” I reposition myself to accommodate him and gasp because I forgot how big he is.

“Look at how well your pussy takes my cock, baby.” He pumps upward with the need to fuck me as my pussy aches and pulses around his hard dick. “You’re so fucking wet. Now kiss me.” He crashes his lips against mine, and at the same time we begin to move.

Rocking together, I ease myself up and down his huge length, taking him further into my body with every upward and downward stroke.

“Oh, God.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as he thrusts up into me as if he can’t wait for me to move faster.

“Say my name, baby.”

“Nathan,” I cry out as his thick cock teases my inner walls.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands.

Unable to control the volume of my voice, I shout his name, not caring that we’re in the back of the limo or that the driver can hear us.

“Good girl.” He nips at my lips in approval before laying a runway of kisses down my jaw, reaching the spot behind my ear that feels divine. “I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he grunts into my hair.

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