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I need to tease out that other side of her, the one that laughs in the face of respect and kneels before depravity.
I can feel myself dripping in my boxers, every thrust into Tilda making me wetter, obvious in the night air. I pull my fingers from her mouth, wiping them over her lips. I lean over as I fuck her, so close now there’s barely room to pull back out.
‘Say you want me,’ I breathe, peering down into her ruined face, lips shiny with spit, eyes heavy, hair fanned out on the bonnet.
‘I want you, Haz.’
Her words are stuttering with the motion of my thrusts. I lean down more. ‘And you’re mine?’
‘Yes.’
‘All mine?’
‘Well—’ She closes her eyes, her breath catching, barely able to concentrate on what she’s saying. ‘Elly’s too, but.’
I grin, hauling her up into a seated position. ‘Fucker.’
She flings her arms around me, holding me bruisingly tight as she writhes on my cock.
‘Ease up, baby,’ I chuckle.
Her hands are restless on my neck, gripping my hair between her fingers. ‘Just fuck me, Haz.’
‘Fucking—trying—’
She cries out when I slam my hips up, her legs spread so wide for me. She’s resting more in my arms than on the bonnet. I drop her on my cock each time I thrust, making her sing for me.
‘Haz,’ she gasps. ‘I’m going to come so fucking hard.’
I thumb her bottom lip that’s trembling from either cold or her impending undoing. ‘Yeah, you are.’
Securing my arms around her, I let my lower body take over, abs tensing and releasing with each quick thrust. I’m barely pulling out anymore, just rapping that spot deep inside over and over.
She gasps with each thrust, almost hyperventilating as she reaches the peak. I groan as my clit tingles. I don’t think it’ll be enough though; she’s way too close now.
Her legs spasm around me, her head tipping back, then forward, as she moans out her orgasm right into my ear. I can hardly move my dick for how tight she’s squeezing it.
She doesn’t loosen up once it’s ebbed, face pressed to my shoulder with her arms fully around me.
I allow myself to close my eyes, to hold her back, to press my lips to her warm scalp. I pull out of her slowly, making her hum.
Opening her eyes, she puts a hand on my cheek. ‘You didn’t get off this time.’ When I shake my head, she pushes me away, sliding shakily to the ground. ‘Let’s go home. And we’re going to go slow this time, okay? I want you to feel everything.’
I let out a breath as her tattoo flashes in my mind.
I’m already feeling more than I ever have in my life.
CHAPTER 16
Tilda
The woodland road is dappled with spring sunshine, winking off the car air freshener dangling from Haz’s rear-view mirror. She releases my hand to turn a bend, setting it onto her solid thigh. I make stars on the denim of her jeans. It’s so rare she wears anything other than black, but, god, does she look good in light wash denim, the shirt from yesterday tucked in loosely. She’s only wearing it again because I said I liked it, a fact that warms my heart.
She grunts, shifting her leg. ‘That’s turning me on.’
I smile at the blur of passing trees. ‘Doesn’t take much.’
Where she’s concerned, it doesn’t take me much either. After getting back to the house, I made good on my promise to goslow. Haz wasn’t so obliging at first, especially when I told her to ditch the dick. I wanted to feel her without it, wanted it to be just us.
