Chapter Thirty-Seven
I flip Arianna off as I stalk into the house.
I have Leonardo thrown over my shoulder.
He giggles as I jog down the stairs. Ripping the car door open and tossing him into the passenger seat, I jog around the car and jump in.
I glance over at him; the flush in his cheeks and the smile on his face are all the fuel I need.
I start the car and careen out of the driveway.
Pulling out onto the road, he leans over and starts to undo my fly.
“Leo,” I growl in warning. But the look he gives me—I just breathe out and shake my head.
“Just drive, baby.” His breath caresses my dick as he pulls it free before his warm lips wrap around me, his tongue flicks over my head, and I shudder. Trying to keep my eyes on the road. I stare down at him, gritting my teeth as his head bobs and he nips and sucks at me.
“Watch the road.” He licks up me, and I grunt as my eyes flick back up to stare at the windscreen. My hand wraps in his hair as I buck up to meet him. He gags, and drool spills down my dick.
“Fuck, Leo.” I buck again. “Your mouth is sinful.”
I see a clearing in the trees at the side of the road, and I screech to a halt. I snatch at his hair.
“Get out,” I growl, and he sits up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
“Get the fuck out of the car, Leonardo,” I grit out as I climb out of the car.
I rip my jacket off, my dick still hanging out of the front of my trousers.
Snatching his hand and dragging him to the front of the car as he tries to fumble with his jeans, ripping and tugging at the buckle and fly.
I shove him over the bonnet and yank at his jeans, tugging the back down.
He gasps as his body presses against the hot bonnet, and I suck my finger into my mouth and force it between his cheeks.
His hands splay on the bonnet, and my hand grasps the back of his neck.
I thrust my finger in and out a few times before I can’t wait any longer.
I hold him tight and press my dick against him.
“Fuck you drive me insane.” I press forward.
He screams out, but I hold him tight. I fuck into him.
I don’t take it slow. Powering in and out while pinning him against the bonnet.
The metal creaks as I thrust. I can’t help it.
I can’t slow down. I take. I take everything.
Pounding into him in the tree line. Cars are looming closer, but I can’t stop.
Crashing my hips against his ass as he screams out, crying out my name, begging me for more, for everything I can give him, and I thunder into him with everything I have until I roar out my orgasm.
I growl out as I fire hot beads of cum, firing them so far inside of him that it will be weeks before it finds its way back out.
I slam into him until I can’t come anymore.
Then I rip out of him, I flip him over, and he gasps.
Dropping to my knees, I dive on him, my mouth straight around his solid dick.
I pin his waist to the bonnet and deepthroat his dick, unable to get enough.
The lights of cars stream past, but I pay them no mind.
I cup his balls. I nip at him, lick him, suck him.
I can’t get enough. The noises are feral, lewd and desperate.
His legs bunch. His balls tighten, and he comes.
Firing it off the back of my throat, he screams out.
The sound echoes around the trees, ricocheting through the woods, and I suck, I swallow, and I gulp every last drop.
Pulling back, he’s panting on the bonnet, his eyes glazed over.
He’s fucking spent. Cum dripping out of him, seeping down the front of the car.
His dick resting against his leg, his hair dishevelled, and I pull my phone out and take a picture, because he’s never looked more fucking beautiful. More serene. More mine.
“What the fuck was that?” he gasps. Completely out of it, and I lean my body over his. I kiss up his neck, and I whisper against his ear.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He grins up at me and smiles.
“I love you too.”
I crash my lips to his. He groans but slides his arms around me, pulling me against him, and I lose myself in the fact that I fucking love this man.