Page 81 of Man Seeking Woman

“Ella, I'm sorry I subjected you to that woman.” Turning in my seat, I ran my hand back and forth over my head. “Obviously, we both have a past, but that doesn't mean anything right here, right now. I don't care what she said, how she said it, and how believable she might have been. There's a reason I'm not with any of the girls I've dated, and it has nothing to do with my mother. They weren't right for me, they weren't what I was looking for or ever wanted.”

Smiling, Ella's eyes lit up bright. “You're serious?”

“I know that we have a contract, but I want you to know, that I actuallydolike you.” Scooping her face into my hands, Ella cupped my fingers with hers. “No matter what happens, no matter where we end up when this is all over, I'm happy that you're going to be the mother of my child.”

“I don't know what to say.” Her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of red as she snuggled her head into my palm. “You're nothing like your mother, you're different. And that difference makes me happy. You'll make a great father.”

As the words left her lips I couldn't contain myself any longer. I needed to kiss her, to taste her, to take her. To make her forget the evening and only remember how great we felt together.

She said it didn't matter what my mother thought because this wasn't real. What she failed to realize is that every day we spent together, the harder it was getting to not fall for her. Our pretend game was starting to blend with reality, making it almost impossible to see the two separately.

“I—”

Ella took me by surprise, pressing her lips to mine before I could finish. Her tongue swept across the crease of my mouth, tempting my lips to part. Slipping her tongue inside, she tasted like wine and honey.

Tangling my fingers in her hair, I pulled her over the armrest and onto my lap. Her legs were straddling my waist, tucked awkwardly at my sides. Her dress had slinked up her hips and I could see the shimmer of her wet pussy in the darkness.

Our lips were locked, tongues dancing, licking, sweeping over ridges. Rocking her hips, Ella rubbed herself against my pants, making my cock firmer and thicker with each swipe of her body. Gripping her ass, I growled low, forcing the air out of my lungs.

This woman did something to me. She took my heart in her hand, clutching it as if it was meant to only beat for her. Breaking our kiss, I dug my fingers in her hair even deeper, snapping her head back so I could kiss her neck.

I fucking loved her throat. The way I could feel her quiver if I nipped her just right, the tenderness of her skin, the way she moaned when I sucked on her collarbone; it was invigorating, filling me inside with a need that was like nothing I had ever experienced.

There was nothing more savage than a man who knew he was trying to get a woman pregnant. When you could actually unleash that natural instinct and let go of the worry or fear, that freedom was purely intoxicating.

I was drunk on this funny power, a liquid elixir that came from inside, building up this savage beast within. There was no stopping this, not anymore.

Fumbling with my pants, I pulled my cock out and positioned her pussy on the tip. She was soaked, dripping with arousal. Ella moaned, dropping her head onto my shoulder as I held her hips and pushed her down on my length.

Dragging my tongue across the shell of her ear, I whispered. “I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock. She likes me in there, doesn't she?” Thrusting upward, I pushed her hips down.

Ella groaned, arching her back and riding my dick. “She does, she really does. Mm, yeah, fuck, August, you're so damn hard.”

Clutching her hips even tighter, I refused to let her take over and control this. I knew if I let go of her, she would lose it. She wouldn't be able to stop herself from just plowing through the moment to get to the end.

It was something that happened to all girls, especially if they were really turned on and hungry to feel the pleasure at that end. If I released her to do as she pleased, Ella's hips would roll faster, her legs would rise and fall, her ass would bounce, all at the same pace, a pace that would be far too quick for either of us to truly enjoy.

I wanted this to be slow, to be steamy and full of heated intensity and restraint. The type of restraint you have to consciously think about, the type that you're fully aware of and want to ignore, but you can't, because you know if you do, all of it will be over in a blink of the eye.

If we were both there, if we were both in sync with each other, we'd be able to fuck all night, nice and slow until we both came at the same time.

That's what I wanted. I wanted that moment. That one single second where the orgasm hit its peak and our bodies were trembling, throbbing, tingling all over at the same time.

Grunting, I slipped my arms by her ribs, wrapping my hands up and over her shoulders. Thrust after thrust, I commanded her body.

Angling her head so she wasn't hitting the roof, Ella leaned back slightly, pushing her hands into the top of my knees and grinding down on my cock.

The car was stuffy, causing the windows to steam up. We were trapped in our own little bubble, the city nonexistent as we lost ourselves in each other. Whatever we were before we went to dinner had changed the second we got back in the car.

It felt like we were closer, as if we had lived through something that no one else would ever understand. And maybe we had. My mother was a scary, judgmental person that you either left feeling weaker and less valuable as a human being, or you felt more confident in who you were.

If you could spend a few hours with my mother and not feel like a crazed lunatic or like a worthless bag of assholes, then you deserved the power and confidence you felt.

Pump after pump, I drove my cock in hard and fast, hitting her lower belly. Ella moaned louder, her voice floating into my ears and causing me to move with her music. She wanted it harder, she wanted it faster.

So I gave it to her.

Gripping the back of her shoulders, I tugged her into my chest, holding our bodies together as the orgasm swept between us. I felt her shiver as she laid on my chest, breathless and gasping for air.

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