Page 96 of Forgotten Comeback
“Stop running your mouth.” I bring my hips down in one hard motion, swallowing him from crown to root on a silent scream.
“Fuuuuck.” Gavin’s head thunks the back of the seat.
He’s on the larger side, but I’m so turned on, it’s a perfect fit.
I begin moving my hips, my head thrown back on a moan as his frenum piercing hits a sweet spot on each forward motion.
“Sono morto e sono andato in paradiso?”
My eyes flicker to meet his half-lidded ones. “What language was that?” I ask on a moan, giving my hips another roll.
“My old trainer used to speak Portuguese. I picked up a little.” Gavin’s fingers bruise into my hips, tension radiating from him like a coiled spring.
“Say something else,” I beg as I lift off of him a bit, and then come back down hard.
“Fuck,” is his guttural reply.
And then he takes over, bouncing me hard and fast on his dick.
“Gavin,” I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders. My gaze follows his to where he’s spreading me open.
“Yeah, baby, watch that greedy little pussy of yours swallow my dick. She’s been crying for it since the moment we met.”
Using my internal muscles, I squeeze his length and don’t let up.
Gavin’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Who’s the one that’s been crying for my pussy since the moment we met?” I taunt.
He laughs, squeezing my hips harder as the filthy sound of our sex fills the car.
The windows are fogged over, and Gavin catches me noticing. “A shame no one can see. Next time they can watch me fuck my girl, but our first time is all mine.”
I go to correct him about not being his girl, but his dick piercing hits the perfect spot, and a wave of bliss starts at my toes and pulsates up my body, leaving me unable to form words.
“That’s it.” Gavin pulls me flush with his chest and bounces me harder on his dick.
I burrow my head into the crook of his neck, pleasure burning through my veins like a wildfire.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “You’re so close, I can feel it.”
My body trembles.
My pussy spasms.
I moan incoherent nonsense.
As pleasure violently unfurls in my pelvis, I’m yanked up to meet Gavin’s eyes, him fisting my bun. “Show me.”
My body complies whether I want to be compliant or not; I cry out as sparks flash beneath my eyes, coming long and hard.
He curses, thrusting his hips faster until he empties himself inside me.
Stuck together with the sweat from our exertion, we both struggle to catch our breath. I settle into the crook of his neck, grinning from ear to ear.
Gavin barks a laugh. “Goddammit, Taylor. That was…”
“Alright,” I say in a bored tone.
