Page 58 of Never Started
Opening the back passenger-side door of my truck, I set her down on the seat and climbed in with her.
Hovering above her, Izzy's eyes widen in surprise as they meet mine, and the sexual tension between us is thick. I lean down, closing the distance between us. Before I can place my lips to hers, she pushes me back and slides out from beneath me.
Not giving me time to question, she begins undoing the buttons of her shirt.
"There are three simple rules." Her voice is soft and seductive, and I'm a fucking goner.
"Oh, yeah? What are those?"
"Rule one: No more kissing. Rule Two: I'm in control at all times. You follow my lead like a good boy. Try to take control, and this will stop. Rule three: No falling for me."
Just as she finishes speaking, she rips her bra off, and I'm met with the most perfect set of perky tits. They aren't large. They'rejust right. I get an instant picture of my hands wrapping around them, ideally.
"Goddamn," I hiss out.
"Take off your pants and boxers."
"I have a question first..."
"Hm?"she hums with peaked interest.
"How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you're fucking perfect? I can already imagine all the things I'll do to you—"
"You will not be doing anything to me. You're going to sit back and take it." She pushes my back against the seat and climbs atop me, straddling my lap.
Not wasting a second, she unzips my pants and pulls out my throbbing cock. She hikes her skirt higher up and pushes her panties to the side, lining me up with her entrance.
"You can touch, but no tasting," she whispers just as she slowly sinks down, her perfectly tight center hugging firmly onto my dick.
I hiss out, “Jesus Christ,” feeling her walls clench around me.
Hands on my chest, her nails dig into my skin as her body makes room to adjust to my size. Her head falls back, and a delicious moan escapes from her mouth. My hands slide up her legs and make themselves at home, holding onto her thighs while she glides up and down my length.
"You like having control?" I groan out in a question as she picks up pace.
"Ah,"she lets go of a quiet moan, looking into my eyes. I want to reach up and take her mouth with mine. I need to taste her again, but I won't cross the boundaries she's so clearly set. I'll play along happily because I don't want to chance this ending anytime soon.
"I'm always in control," she whispers.
"Would it be," I try to speak, but the words are coming out breathy and choppy. She feels so fucking good, I need more. "Considered taking control if I helped out?"
"What?" she asks, not daring to pause her delicious motions. She rolls her hips forward, and I nearly lose it.
My hands tighten on her hips, and I begin to thrust upward, meeting her motions.
Her eyes are still locked on mine, growing wide.
"I can stop if it's too much—"
"Mmm.Don't you dare. Fuck me back, just like that." Her voice falters, letting out a gasp as I grab on tighter and thrust into her with all I've got. She doesn't stop moving; every roll of her hips meets my every thrust, and together, we are cosmic.
"Don't fucking stop, Maverick."
"Whose taking it now, baby?" I huff out a groan.
Her head flies forward, her eyes throw daggers into mine, and all her movements halt as her body above mine becomes rigid.
"You are. You're taking it." She slaps my hands off her hips.
