“Oh shit, oh shit,” Mark grunted as he thrust deep. “So fucking good.”
I moaned my agreement into my panties, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to thrust, slow and deep.
“I love you,” he whispered against my neck.
Coasting high on boatloads of endorphins, I mumbled my reply into my underwear as he slowly rocked.
He made me feel each and every inch of him as he plunged in and out, hitting the sweet spot inside of me just right with the thick head of his shaft. I clenched around him, the sensations so painfully good my body began to tighten again. He didn’t speed up or slow down, just fucked me through an orgasm that left me spent.
Shifting, he jerked down the bodice of my dress, latching onto my nipple before beginning to bite.
That roused me from my post-orgasmic stupor—each bite sent a bolt of electricity right to my already ultra-sensitive pussy.
Deep, almost whining groans escaped me as he sped up his strokes, biting harder as I clutched his hair in my hands, urging him on.
His grunts filled the small interior of the SUV as he began to bite the flesh of my breast, my stinging nipples still sending shocks of pleasure to my pussy. I began to rock my hips into him, wanting more, deeper, faster. He obliged my unspoken requests, pulling the panties from my mouth so he could kiss me while he tried to pound me through the floor.
Grasping onto his broad back, I bit into his shoulder as I came again, my clit throbbing as my whole body exploded.
Seconds later, Mark joined me, his deep, booming yell almost hurting my ears. “Fuck!”
I trembled as he held me tight, rocking his hips just the littlest bit as he emptied himself deep inside of me.
My legs shook, and I weakly wrapped my arms around Mark’s heaving shoulders.
“Wow,” I managed to get out in a strained whisper. “That was awesome.”
Mark began to laugh, right before someone tapped on the side of the SUV’s rear window and yelled, “If this Jag’s a rockin,’ don’t come a knockin.’”
Mark jerked his head up, then glared outside. “I’m going to kill him.”
Frantically scrambling to get my dress back in place, I gave my soggy underwear a dubious look. “Guess I’m going commando.”
Mark chuckled as he grabbed some napkins from the glovebox, then cleaned me and himself with them as best he could before tucking his still impressive dick back into his shorts. “Sorry about that.”
“Like I’m mad at you?” I scoffed as he helped me into the backseat.
Opening the door, he let Vali in, while Mateo gave us an angelic grin.
“Hola.”
Mark pushed out of the SUV and slammed the door closed, but I laughed softly. I tried to fix my hair as Vali cuddled into me and Mark reamed the guy a new asshole.
My good mood lasted until we pulled up to what remained of my house, the area circled by yellow caution tape. One half of the house still stood, kinda, while the rest had been burned to ashes. Piles of unidentifiable rubble dotted the landscape, and the air stunk of smoke—not the good kind, not like wood of burning campfires. This smoke smelled of plastic and chemicals, irritating the nose and eyes.
Vali let out a whine then sneezed. Mark turned to a sober Mateo, who’d appeared at our side. “Take Vali back to the Jag, please. Set him up with the food and water I brought for him in the back compartment. Keep him comfortable.”
“You got it, boss,” Mateo said as he lowered his sunglasses and gave me a sympathetic look. “Sorry ‘bout your loss, Layla. Looks like it was a beautiful home.”
His kind words and sympathetic gaze had me bursting into tears, “Thank you.”
“Awww, baby bear,” Mark murmured as he held me close, letting me cry into his shirt. “It’s going to be okay.”
“My…my house,” I cried, holding him tighter, almost climbing him. “It’s gone.”
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed with a heavy sigh.
I took a couple deep breaths, mumbling a thanks when a concerned looking Mateo handed me some tissues. He had a small tattoo of a teardrop on one cheekbone, and I wondered if he got it in jail or just as a memorial to someone. Holding my gaze, he winked then gave me a friendly smile.
“I’m gonna sit in the Jag with Vali, watch some Youtube videos of hot bitches. You take your time, Ms Layla. We’ll be fine.”
“Thanks, Mateo.”
“No problem. Boss’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”
I tightened my hold on Mark as I said with absolute conviction, “I know.”
Mark smoothed his hand up and down my back while I turned and surveyed the yard again. My eyes skipped back and forth over the damage, something bugging me as I stared at what remained of my front porch. The frame of the doorway still stood, but beyond that lay destruction.