Page 76 of That Moment
“Turn around,” I rasp.
“Bossy.”
“Now.” I give her a hand, turning her and pressing against her back. Her palms land on the cool curve of her Mustang’s hood. She giggles, looking back at me as she wriggles her hips back and forth.
The sight hits me straight in the cock. Adrienne Slade’s juicy ass bent over the car we’re rebuilding together, shoulders squared like she’s bracing, chin tipped so she’s looking back at me, waiting for what I’ll do next.
I step in, crowding her from behind, hands dragging up her thighs, over denim, over the soft give of her hips. I pull my hand back, her eyes still on mine, and bring it down hard against her. She clenches her jaw, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Ow!”
“You kept me waiting,” I grind out, mouth at her ear as I lean over her. “Had me picturing some guy’s hands on this ass, these thighs,” I drag my hands up between her legs, “this pussy… where only mine should be.”
She arches back into me, the smallest roll of her hips. “Maybe I wanted you a little desperate.”
My laugh is nothing but a loud huff. “You got it.”
I catch her wrists and flatten them higher on the hood, then mold my chest to her back and rock my hips forward so there’s no mistaking what she does to me. “You piss me off and drive me crazy at the same time.”
She shivers, head tipping, pulse hammering under the delicate skin where her neck meets her shoulder. “Minimal talking,” she whispers, breathless, taunting. “Just… show me.”
“Yeah,” I say, voice low. “That I can do.”
I kiss the line of her throat, slow and consuming, then sink my teeth lightly into the place that always makes her gasp. One hand leaves the hood, reaches back to grab for me; I catch her fingers and lace them with mine, press both our hands down to the metal.
“Mine,” slips out before I can swallow it.
She turns her head just enough that I catch the curve of her smile. “Then act like it.”
Her comment makes me laugh, but it also pisses me off even further. This is what she wants: me fawning over her, wanting her, but staying just out of reach. She knows she’ll never be mine, and I do too. So I take the opportunity to remind her what it could be like if she were.
I yank her back up, reaching around her to undo her jeans before forcing them down her body.
“Bend over again,” I bark, pushing her naked ass in the air as I undo my own belt with my other hand. I pull my cock free, stroking myself twice before letting it thud against her ass.
“What? No.” She jerks her head to the right, looking back at me in horror. “I can’t take you in my ass.”
“Relax, Adrienne.” I chuckle, holding out my hand and spitting into my palm, “I’m not that much of a bastard.” I run myhand over my cock again, attempting to lube it up as best I can before pressing it against her entrance.
“But with that being said,” I grunt, pushing forward, “this is gonna hurt like a bitch sweetheart.”
“Oh fuck!” She barks, her hands attempting to grip the hood, looking for anything to grab onto so she can crawl away from me.
“No, you don’t.” I grip her hips, pulling her back against me as a string of profanities falls from her lips. “Come on, Adrienne, take it out on me.” I pull out and slide back in a few times, her moans of protest giving way to moans of pleasure.
I fall forward, my cock sliding deeper inside her. My hands roam her body, pulling her against me as I bite down on her shoulder.
“You’ve teased me all these years,” I grunt. “You get off on it, don’t you? Getting me worked up, making me go home and think about you while I jerk off because you’ll never let me have you.” I don’t know what I’m even saying at this point. I’m completely overtaken by lust, desire, frustration, anger, all of it. I’m almost there, so close to the edge that I slow my movements, taking in several slow breaths.
I kiss her neck, my hands cupping one breast, the other finding her clit. She turns her head to kiss me, moaning against my lips.
“I won’t compete Adrienne.” I pull back enough to look into her eyes, my hand sliding around her throat. I shift my hips, the tip of my cock hitting her G-spot. Her eyelids flutter, her eyes roll to the back of her head. “This pussy is mine as long as it's my cock you’re riding, understand me?”
She nods her head, and I lean in, my lips soft against hers.
“Good girl, because I’m about to bend you back over and fuck you really fucking deep and hard until I come, and then you’regoing to get dressed again and work next to me with it leaking out of you.”
I don’t let her respond this time; I just deliver on my promise. Her cries bounce around us as I take her. I lift my foot, resting it on the bumper for leverage as I pull her hips back and hard against me over and over again.
