Page 51 of Foul & Fake
Instead I kiss her back just as desperately, slowly walking over to a park bench to sit with her on my lap. “You want it right here, cupcake? Want me to rip a hole in these leggings so you can ride me?”
Her cheeks flush darker as she nods. “Yes,” she whispers, lifting up to give me access. “Do it.”
It takes a moment to get a good enough grip near the inseam of her crotch area, but when I do all it takes is one abrupt tug in opposite directions to get the fabric to split. Her sharp intake of breath makes me impossibly harder. “Already wet for me?”
I know the answer, but as her slender fingers fish out my dick I realize I need to hear it.
“Yes, Eli. I’m wet for you.” She slides down on me in one movement, making us both gasp as my fingers dig into her ass. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“We shouldn’t,” I agree, kissing her jaw with that first roll of her hips. “This could get me kicked off the team.”
Those kisses turn into pinching little bites that make her pussy clench as she moves faster.
“Then I guess we’d better hurry.”
“Don’t want to hurry. Want to stay just like this for as long as possible.”
Like this, where the decay of lies and deceit I’ve caused doesn’t exist and we’re just two beings becoming one.
Like this, where her whimpered little moans fill my ears and her fingernails dig into my neck.
Like this, where I’m buried balls deep in the woman who is quickly turning me into a psycho.
“Elias, there’s someone coming”, she rushes out, no longer bouncing but rolling her hips with me buried deep.
I can’t fight the growl that vibrates in my chest. I don’t want her to stop, but the way she’s grinding on me somehow seems to be applying the perfect amount of pressure on her clit. I can see it in the way those blue eyes roll, and her jaw goes slack like she suddenly doesn’t care if someone sees her speared on my cock.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers to herself. “Don’t… oh god.”
She crumbles above me, hugging me as her hips jerk and her pussy spasms.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she likes the fear of getting caught.
Me fucking too.
Stopping is the furthest thing from my mind regardless of the fact that someone might be watching right now, and I can’t stop my hips from thrusting up to meet every bounce. “Good girl. Bounce on that cock and show me how much you love getting fucked in public.”
Her eyes widen like she’s shocked, but the cute little growl she lets out as she rides me makes me chuckle. Yeah, she fucking likes it.
“Say my name,” I command. “Say you’re mine.”
She meets my gaze as she stops moving completely, cupping my face with both hands. “I’m yours, Elias Reyes. I’m yours.”
My cock throbs inside her as she moves again, faster and rougher this time.
It feels like she’s deliberately trying to make me come, and when I realize she didn’t once bring up a condom this time, I lose all restraint.
My fingers curl into her perfect hips, our lips and tongue ghosting along each other teasingly and when I feel myself tumbling over the edge I whisper her name and capture her in a deep kiss.
She swallows down my moans, rolling her hips to work me through it, and for a split second I completely forget everything that isn’t this feeling. “I’m yours too, cupcake.”
“Don’t move.” Her eyes travel to the side just behind me as she tugs her coat down far enough to cover her ass, and I fight a laugh when an older couple goes walking by like they didn’t notice anything at all.
Like they can’t tell that my cum is making her belly bloat.
I almost want to tell them, to shout it so everyone in the vicinity knows I just bred Northgate’s most beautiful future journalist.
With a grin, I make my cock jump inside of her, swallowing the gasp she lets out.
