Epilogue #2
Her hands are above her head, fisting the duvet as she takes the thrusts, her moans and sighs music to my goddamn ears. I like her in this position, her pussy even tighter than normal, her body compliant to my ministrations, but as her release finishes, I’m already wanting another from her.
“Do you want to come again, my love?” I gently set her legs back down at my hips.
“What kind of question is that?” she mumbles, not quite coherent yet.
I pull out and help her turn over onto her knees before running the length of my cock along her folds and clit again. “Tell me what sort of surprise you have, and I’ll let you come again.”
She turns to look at me over her shoulder and frowns. “You’re not playing fair, Hayes. That is some next-level manipulation right there.”
I stroke against her again, watching as her eyes close and her lips part. “Who said I had to play fair? I do what I need to get what I want, and I want you to tell me what you’re up to so I can fuck this tight little pussy again and make you shatter around me.”
“Fine, you win, but don’t expect another surprise—“ Her words cut off as I thrust into her pussy, sliding in until our bodies are pressed tightly together, and she’s left gasping in pleasure.
“I’ll give you anything you want, my love, but I also take my fair share. Tell me what I want to know, and you can come.” I rock my hips slowly and feather a soft brush of my fingers against her clit that has her rolling her hips for more.
She groans in frustration and pushes up to all fours. “You really can be a tyrant when you’re motivated. No wonder you’re so feared in the business world.” She forcefully rocks her hips back against me, and I can’t help but smile at her impatience to come.
I still my fingers on her clit and give her a light slap over the sensitive bundle of nerves that has her gasping. “That’s not the answer I was looking for.” But it’s all truth.
“God, you feel so good,” she moans before finally exhaling. “I’m having a drift car built for you.”
“And why would you do that?” I ask, stunned at her unexpected answer.
“After going to the American Drift League events over the summer and seeing how much you enjoyed sponsoring the Beast Cave shop and Carter Ramsey this year, I asked him to build you something special.”
I go still and look in wonder at the beautiful, thoughtful, amazing woman writhing impatiently under me. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
“I told you, now please, make me come,” she moans, rocking against me again.
“As you wish.” I circle her clit and drag my length through her tight pussy again and again.
To keep from coming right along with Paige, I allow my mind to wander to the American Drift League season we experienced this year.
I was surprised she had enjoyed going to drift events with me.
I don’t have to attend events, but as the main sponsor for Carter Ramsey’s Beast Cave drift team, I wanted to see how he did in the ADL.
Paige came along and ended up loving the sport as much as I do, rooting from the stands and deciding she’s a Shelby Jensen fan as much as a Carter Ramsey fan is required by default.
I can’t fault her on that front, Shelby is a force to be reckoned with and Paige liked seeing a woman challenge such a male-dominated sport.
Drift racing isn’t refined like Formula 1, or predictable like NASCAR.
Drifting is gritty, full of tenacious drivers like Carter who are desperate to prove themselves, pushing their vehicles, their teams, and themselves to the limit every single time they’re on the grid.
Sponsoring Carter allowed him to move up during his second season in the ADL.
He came in second in the championships, behind Griffin McGregor of the Smoke and Mirrors team.
Paige makes a soft sound and her body tenses below me, bringing me back to this moment and making me curse that my mind had drifted away like the tire smoke on the grid after a race.
I’m back here, with her, watching as her hips rock and her head tilts back in abandon.
I change direction on her clit and feel her inner walls trembling against me.
When she comes, it’s an explosive squeeze that forces the breath from me.
I work through her tight, vise-grip pussy and try to last, but the feel of her sucking me in over and over is too good.
I power through one last thrust and pull her hips tight against me as I come with a fierce groan.
Paige’s arms shake and she collapses face down into the duvet with a moan of contentment. I pull out of her wet heat and turn her to the side before heading to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to clean her up. When I return, she is still boneless and smiling.
“Worth it to give up your secrets, angel?” I run the towel over her, catching my cum that coats her thighs. If I were a less civilized man, I would leave it there. I like seeing a bit of me left on her skin, marking her as mine.
She sighs and gives me a look. “I know that I can’t even hint at a surprise in the future.
I just have to ambush you completely when it’s ready if I want to actually give you something nice.
” She makes a prim face at me that has me wondering at her machinations.
“It shouldn’t astonish me that you would be true to your word to fuck the information out of me, but I had hoped that I could do something nice and get one over on you this time. ”
I smile at her casual use of the word fuck outside of sex. She may only be repeating my words to me, but I like hearing her sweet mouth saying naughty things.
“You are doing something incredibly thoughtful, and it is a complete surprise.” I place a kiss on her hip and toss the towel on the floor before I crawl into bed and pull her into my arms. “I never expected this, or even imagined this was what you had in mind.” I run my hand over her side and gravitate to the tiny belly that my palm still covers.
“I want you to have more hobbies, so you’ll be less of a workaholic.
Maybe having a drift car will make you take a break on the weekends to put in some seat time on the track.
You’re so driven in every aspect of your life; I can’t imagine learning to drift will be any different and you’ll be hooked until you’re a pro. ”
“How dare you,” I say in mock outrage. “I have exactly three hobbies and am a very well-rounded person, I’ll have you know.”
“Oh yeah? What are your hobbies, because all I can think of is work,” she sasses back, poking my chest with a finger.
“Of course, work is one hobby. The other two are you and forcing you to watch movies that came out way before you were born to ensure you have a proper cinematic education.”
Paige laughs and drops her head to my chest before she can compose herself again.
“You just said I was two of your three hobbies because forcing me to watch movies is still a hobby in which I am the main focus. You can’t even come up with three hobbies, proving my point that you work too much and need some more fun in your life. ”