Chapter 10 #2
“They’re asking for an email address,” she tells me.
“That’s the spyware wanting to know where to send the phones’ data.” I give her Matteo’s, knowing he’ll get to work right away sifting through the texts and emails for information about where they hid my guns.
Once the data has been sent, and I’m certain we haven’t been followed, I pull over next to a park on a heavily tree-lined street. I need a moment to pull myself together.
I need Adora. My control is hanging by a thread.
When I kissed her back there, I felt her desperation and tasted her hunger.
She kissed me back like she was starving for me, and now every cell in my body is screaming to touch her, to pull her into my lap and finish what that kiss started.
My cock is hard enough to hurt, and the memory of her whimper against my mouth is driving me insane.
She wants this. She wants me.
I felt it in the way she pressed herself closer to me. If we weren’t surrounded by people, I would have taken her right there.
She’s grinning, wild and beautiful, her makeup smudged, and her curls falling loose. “That was insane. That was the craziest thing I’ve ever done.”
“You were incredible.” The words come out rougher than I intended. “The way you walked up there and turned everything around. Doe, you were fucking amazing.”
She belongs with me. I know this with absolute certainty. This woman who thinks fast under pressure, who risks her life to save mine, who looks at danger and walks straight into it, she belongs at my side.
Not as my prisoner. Not for revenge.
As my partner.
My equal.
Mine.
Whatever shred of control I had left disintegrates.
I need my hands on her right now. I need to claim her mouth and her body.
I need to make her understand that she’s mine, I’m hers, and nothing else matters.
The want is so fierce it’s almost violent, a possessive hunger that demands I pull her into my arms and never let go.
I push my seat back and reach for her. “Come here. I need to kiss you.”
The desire in her eyes matches the hunger in my soul, and she takes my hand with glowing eyes.
Adora climbs into my lap and settles against me, her thighs bracketing my hips.
Her body is warm through the thin fabric of her shirt, and I can feel every shift of her weight.
She fits perfectly, like she was made for me, and she makes the fight, the blood, the danger, fade away to nothing.
“You’re mine,” I say, my hands finding her waist, thumbs stroking her bare skin. “Tell me you know that.”
“Make me yours.” Her voice is breathless.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her down to me.
Our lips meet and she gasps, a needy sound that goes straight through me.
I kiss her slowly at first, savoring the taste of her and the way she melts against me.
But slow doesn’t last, not when she’s making those sounds and grinding down against me like she needs this as much as I do.
She finds the right angle and rocks her hips, dragging her clit along the hard ridge of my cock through our clothes.
The friction makes her cry out against my mouth, a broken, desperate sound that nearly undoes me.
She does it again, riding me with increasing urgency, her movements growing frantic as she chases her pleasure.
I can feel how wet she is even through the layers between us, the heat of her pussy soaking through my jeans.
Fuck, she’s perfect. The way she takes what she needs, the uninhibited hunger in every roll of her hips, the gorgeous flush spreading down her throat.
I’m obsessed with it. I’m obsessed with her.
My cock throbs painfully, trapped beneath her as she grinds down harder, and I’m mesmerized by her pleasure.
By the fact that she wants me this badly.
She’s whimpering now, breathless little sounds that tell me she’s close, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to watch her come apart on top of me.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and she moans into my mouth. Her hands are everywhere, my shoulders, my chest, my face, like she wants all of me at once.
I don’t think she’s ever done this before. Not just sex. Any of this. Those desperate kisses in the laundromat were probably her first.
I’m the only man who’s ever seen her like this, touched her like this. The thought sends a possessive heat through me.
I take her hips in my hands, deepening and encouraging her movements.
“That’s it, doe. Fuck yourself on me. Use my cock to get yourself off.” I watch her face as she rides me harder, faster. “You’re soaking through my jeans. I can feel how wet your pussy is. Do you ache? Do you need to be filled?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” She moans and shudders, her eyes closing in bliss as she massages her clit against my shaft through our clothes.
“Look at me,” I command, one hand sliding up to grip her throat.
Not squeezing, just holding and claiming.
“I want to see those pretty eyes when you come. And you are going to come for me, aren’t you, doe?
Right here in this car where anyone could see you grinding on my cock like a desperate little thing. ”
I thrust my hips up to meet her movements, giving her more friction, and she cries out.
“You feel how hard I am for you? This is what you do to me. I’m going to fuck you so good when we get somewhere private. I’m going to fill this virgin pussy and make you scream my name.”
Adora tugs her skirt up her thighs, needing to spread her legs wider, letting me see her panties.
She’s soaked through the thin cotton, and I can see an outline of her sex.
I take a shuddering breath as she moves back and forth on my erection.
The friction is exquisite torture. Every slide of her against my cock sends sparks up my spine.
“I’ve dreamed about this, doe. That pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Sucking me slowly while you look me in the eye.”
“Vincenzo,” she moans, working herself harder against me. Her breath is coming in short, urgent pants. She’s going to come soon, and her friction is going to do the same to me.
“Christ, I’m going to come in my pants.”
“No.” Her voice is raw and desperate. “Not like this. I need more.” She looks down between us, at where she’s grinding against the denim, and her eyes are wild with hunger. “I need to feel you. Your skin. I need us touching when we come.”
Her hands tremble as she reaches for me. She’s not going to settle for friction through clothes. She needs to be as close to fucking me as she can get without actually taking my cock inside her.
“I want you against my pussy,” she breathes, and hearing those words from her innocent mouth nearly destroys me. “Please, Vincenzo. I need to feel you bare against me.”
“Whatever my woman needs,” I say between desperate kisses, “she can have.”
Adora reaches for the button on my jeans, pops it open, and slowly unzips me, the teeth popping open with agonizing slowness, relieving the pressure of my hard-on.
Reaching inside my underwear, she pulls my cock out. The first touch of her hand on my bare flesh makes me groan. My cock is so hard it’s almost purple, the head slick with precum that she spreads down my length with her palm.
I think she’s going to stroke me up and down, but she does something even better.
Adora pulls her panties aside and I see her. All her shiny pink wetness in perfect glory. Her swollen clit. Her inner lips. I’m dying to get my mouth on her and taste her.
She moves closer to me and slides her pussy up and down my shaft, and her wetness makes her glide over me. The heat of her is incredible. Wet and silky and so fucking hot I’m going to come just from this. She slides up and then moans in pleasure as her clit strokes down my whole length.
This is as close as we can get to fucking without me being inside her. It’s not sex, yet this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Is—is that okay?” she gasps in my ear.
Okay? I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
I cup her ass, helping along her urgent movements, holding her closer so I can enjoy my cock sliding through her folds, getting coated in her wetness.
“Perfect,” I gasp. “You’re perfect. Look at you, doe. Look at this pretty pussy sliding on my cock. You’re dripping all over me.”
The underside of my cock is blazing with pleasure.
My balls are aching for release, but she’s teasing me, drawing my gratification out.
Every stroke of her pussy along my length is torture and ecstasy.
I can feel her clit dragging over the sensitive head of my cock.
I feel how swollen and desperate she is.
“Vincenzo, I’m— Oh God, I’m going to—” Her words dissolve into incoherent whimpers.
“Come for me,” I growl, gripping her ass harder, grinding her down against me. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel you.”
I feel it when she climaxes, her arms locked tight around me and her high-pitched cries in my ear.
Her whole body goes rigid, then starts shaking, and I feel her pussy contracting against my shaft.
A fresh flood of wetness coats my cock as she comes.
Fuck, does this girl squirt? I need to make her burst all over my face.
My hands. My cock. She’s sobbing my name, riding out her orgasm with jerky, desperate movements that keep the pleasure rolling through her.
The sight and feel of her coming undoes me completely.
I wrap both my arms around her and hold her tight, thrusting against her sharply, once, twice, three times.
“Fuck, doe.” Pleasure bursts through me. My cock pulses, and hot ropes of cum shoot out, painting her stomach, her pussy, making a mess of both of us. I keep thrusting through it, grinding against her oversensitive flesh, drawing out every last pulse of my orgasm until I’m completely spent.