Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Natalie
God, I couldn't resist Richard's kisses at all.
From the very first time we met, he'd taken control of my body.
Two years ago.
At that charity gala where we first laid eyes on each other, I couldn't stop staring at him.
I imagined what those muscles looked like under his expensive suit, how sexy his groans would sound in bed. If only his big, rough hands could grab my waist hard right now...
Oh, God. I felt like my whole body was on fire.
So, I grabbed my barely touched wine glass and marched straight up to him.
"Mr. Winston, my father hopes we get to know each other better." I tilted my chin up at him. "So, could you give me a ride home right now?"
He looked at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but he didn't answer right away. Those few seconds of silence had my heart pounding.
"Fine," he finally said. "My pleasure, Miss Green."
We got to the parking lot, and Richard gentlemanly opened the back door for me.
But I didn't get in.
I spun around, my fingers grabbing his silk tie hard, yanking him toward me. He clearly wasn't expecting it, so he lost his balance and tumbled into the back seat with me.
The door locked automatically, the tight space filling up instantly with his scent and my perfume.
I straddled him quickly, and in the dark, I could make out his gray-blue eyes.
"Natalie." He said my name like a warning, but those hands steadied right on my waist.
Just like I'd imagined, his touch alone had me soaking wet.
So I kissed him hard, gasping.
"Is this what you want?" Richard's lips brushed my ear, one hand already sliding under my skirt, up my thigh.
"Hell yeah, from the second I saw you." I panted, my hand reaching through his suit pants to his hard cock. "I bet this is what you want too."
Richard grunted, then flipped me over, pinning me deep into the seat, his knee forcing my legs apart.
His mouth crashed into mine with a ferocity that stole the air from my lungs, hungry and demanding, his tongue thrusting deep like he already owned every inch of me.
I arched up off the leather seat of the car, my back bowing as I ground my hips against the thick ridge of his erection straining through his pants.
The thin fabric of my skirt and his slacks did nothing to hide the heat pulsing between us.
I could feel the heavy throb of him, pressing right against my aching core.
My hands trembled with desperate need as I fumbled with his belt buckle.
Finally, it gave way, and I shoved his zipper down, freeing his thick, veined shaft. It sprang into my palm—hot, heavy, impossibly hard—and I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking from base to swollen tip. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating against my lips.
"Fuck, Natalie," he muttered, voice rough as gravel, his breath scorching the sensitive skin of my neck.
He yanked my skirt up around my waist in one brutal motion, the fabric bunching high on my hips, exposing the lacy edge of my panties.
His fingers hooked into the delicate waistband and ripped it aside with a sharp tear that echoed in the car.
His thumb found my clit—swollen, slick, begging—and he circled it rough and fast, no mercy, the pad of his finger pressing down with just the right pressure to send electric shocks racing up my spine. I moaned, loud and broken, my hips bucking wildly against his hand, chasing that building heat.
He pinned me harder against the seat, his broad chest crushing my breasts, one hand fisting in my hair to tilt my head back.
"You think you can just tease me like this all night?
" His eyes were filled with lust, pupils blown wide, reflecting the dim glow of the parking lot lights filtering through the tinted windows.
He positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging my wet slit, and pushed in slowly—just the tip at first. The stretch burned deliciously, a sharp, full pressure that made my walls flutter around him.
I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, feeling every thick inch as he sank deeper, inch by torturous inch.
But then he froze halfway, buried only partially inside me.
His eyes widened in genuine surprise, jaw slack.
"What the—You're a virgin?" The words came out hoarse, his cock twitching inside me at the realization, the tightness squeezing him like a vice.
He hissed through his teeth, muscles corded with the effort of holding still.
I twisted my hips desperately, trying to pull him deeper. "Don't stop, Richard. I want it. I want all of you, now." My voice was breathy, shameless, the ache between my legs turning into a throbbing void that only he could fill.
He pulled out abruptly, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing, a frustrated whimper escaping my lips.
"Not like this," he growled, but his hand was already replacing his cock, two thick fingers plunging deep into my soaked heat without warning.
They curled perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot inside me while his thumb resumed its brutal assault on my clit.
His mouth latched onto my breast through the thin fabric of my blouse, teeth grazing my nipple before he bit down hard enough to make me cry out, the sharp pain blooming into white-hot pleasure.
He sucked the stiff peak into his mouth, tongue flicking relentlessly, while his fingers pumped faster, the wet, obscene sounds of my arousal filling the car—slick, filthy, echoing with every thrust.
"Richard, please... I want your cock, not this," I whimpered, my body betraying every word as my hips rocked frantically against his hand, chasing the edge he kept dangling just out of reach. My thighs trembled, slick coating his wrist and dripping down onto the leather beneath me.
He chuckled darkly against my skin, the vibration sending fresh sparks through my nipple as he nipped at the other one, leaving red marks that would bruise tomorrow.
"Never thought a virgin would be this bold.
Begging for it like a little slut." The word "slut" hit me like a spark to gasoline, sending a fresh gush of wetness flooding his fingers.
Shame and thrill twisted together in my belly, making me clench harder around him.
I grabbed his cock again, still glistening with my juices, and guided the thick head back to my entrance, pushing myself down onto him with shameless hunger. "Then fuck me like one."
He groaned deep in his chest, the sound raw and animalistic, and thrust in deep, finally, completely burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. The fullness was overwhelming, a burning stretch that bordered on too much, my virgin walls fluttering and gripping him like they'd never let go.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he rasped, voice strained as he held still for a heartbeat, letting me adjust. "So wet for me, aren't you? Taking my cock like you were made for it. Look at you, spread open, dripping all over my balls."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him impossibly deeper.
The car's confined space amplified everything—the heat of his body, the musk of sex thick in the air, the faint creak of leather under us.
"Harder, Richard. Fuck me harder. I want to feel every inch splitting me open. "
He didn't need telling twice. He pounded into me relentlessly, hips snapping forward with bruising force, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic. The car rocked with every thrust, windows fogging from our ragged breaths.
Suddenly, a shadow moved outside the car.
Through the tinted glass, we could see out perfectly, but no one could see in.
A woman in a sleek black dress approached, pausing right beside the driver's side to check her makeup in the side mirror.
I startled hard, my walls clamping down around his cock involuntarily as panic and something darker, something electric, shot through me.
"Fuck," Richard gasped, hips stuttering as my sudden squeeze nearly pushed him over the edge. "You little tease, clamping down like that. Trying to make me cum already?"
He thought I was playing, so he drove into me even harder, deeper, punishing thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke, making stars burst behind my eyelids.
I bit my lip bloody to stifle the moans threatening to spill out, but my body betrayed me, hips rolling back to meet him.
The woman outside jumped at the subtle rock of the car, her head snapping toward us. Our eyes locked through the glass. Panic surged, cold and sharp. "Richard, stop! Someone's there!"
But he didn't stop. Instead, he flipped me over with effortless strength, pressing my flushed cheek against the cool window glass.
My breasts squished against the pane, nipples hard and visible if anyone had been able to see inside.
He entered me from behind in one brutal thrust, the new angle forcing him even deeper, the head of his cock dragging against that sensitive front wall.
"Shut up and take it. You love this, don't you?
Getting fucked while she's right there."
The woman paused, her face inches from the glass, realization fully dawning even though she couldn't see us. Her mouth formed a silent "oh," and she bolted away, heels clicking frantically into the night.
Richard laughed low and wicked against my ear, his chest plastered to my back, one hand fisting my hair to keep my face pinned to the window.
"You're not honest, Natalie. Mouth says stop, but your pussy's gushing.
Getting wetter just thinking about getting caught—like the dirty little slut you are. "