Chapter 10
Molly
We've stopped kissing, and Dakota has come around the side of the truck, opening the passenger's side door.
He stands below me, and I turn toward him, spreading my thighs so that I can scoot in closer to him.
For just a few moments, I want to feel out of control with him again.
I want to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, his Pretty Girl.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pull his mouth to mine, and tangle our tongues together. His arms come around my waist, holding me tightly to him. A groan in the back of his throat causes the hair to stand up on the back of my neck, and my nipples to pebble.
Ripping his lips from mine, he smears them down my neck, nipping where my neck and shoulder meet.
Titling to the side, I give him all the room he needs, and dig my nails into his shoulders when his hands move from my waist and raise to my breasts.
"God, Dakota," I pant, when his palms close over my breasts and his fingers knead the flesh.
Somehow he gets the hem of my sweater up, and exposes my lace-covered chest to the night. There's no one facing this side of my house, so I know no one is going to be seeing anything I don't want them to, and I also know that Dakota will stop before this gets too out of hand.
"I could fuck you right here." His voice is smooth and hoarse at the same time.
He presses me back, and although it's not completely comfortable, I push myself up with my elbows against the console.
With my eyes wide open, I look down at him, watching when he pulls the top of my bra down, exposing my flesh to the chill of the night.
His mouth closes over the puckered tip, and I shiver at the difference in temperature from the outside to the warmth of where he's sucked the flesh inside.
Spreading my legs, so I can get closer, I rub against him like a cat. "Please fuck me right now," I beg.
He pulls back, those dark eyes of his looking deeply into mine. "You know that's a crime Molly."
"In my own driveway?" I question, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth. "C'mon, Dakota. My pussy is swollen for you, and I know you've been hard for me all night."
More than anything, I want to break the tight control he has on himself.
Want to be the woman that he'll never get enough of and won't be able to let go.
So I decide that if this is a crime, then I'll gladly suffer the consequences.
Reaching down, I hook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans, tugging him to me.
Once I have hold of him securely, I unbutton those jeans, and push them down enough to get his cock out of the top of his boxer briefs.
"Goddamn, Molly," he hisses when I circle my fist around his length.
I know I have him when I move up and down with a slight jacking motion and feel the bead of moisture seep from the head. "Fuck me, Dakota. Please, just fuck me."
With a growl he shoves his hips toward me, his control snapping as his hands go to my jeans, and he fumbles with the button. "I'm gonna rip these fucking things down the middle if you don't help me get them off your damn hips," he threatens with gritted teeth.
Reaching down, I push my jeans and panties down just enough so that I can get one leg out, and spread that one far enough so that I can hook it around his waist. Digging my heel with my shoe still on into his ass, I reach in between my legs and play with my clit.
He smacks my fingers away. "That's mine to play with Pretty Girl, you wanted me out of control, and I'm there."
My body shudders as I feel him thrust deep inside. Both of us groan as he bottoms out and then pulls back, starting the push and pull between us. Raking my fingernails down his back, I hold on tight as he takes me on the ride of my life.
I'm doing my best to push up into him, to help with the rocking. The truck is making noise as we fuck, and I can't help but wonder if anyone is driving by trying to figure out what's going on.
"Molly, tell me you're almost there," he grits out.
"I am, play with my clit and it won't take long." I've been wet most of the night, just like he's been hard.
The one thing about Dakota Keller? He takes direction fucking well, and as he presses his thumb into my swollen clit, I come right along with him. Pressing his forehead to mine, he closes his eyes and sighs. "I can't believe we just did that," he chuckles.
Licking my lips, I test moving my hip, wincing when it catches slightly. "I can't either, but I'm thrilled that I made you lose control."
He pushes the hair back from my face. "You can always make me lose control. I don't have much when it comes to you."