"I fucking hope so." I stay there, allowing her time to adjust to my size. A quiver grips her. She trembles and groans. Her fingernails dig into my skin through the shirt I’m wearing, and still I don’t move. I grit my teeth, dig my heels into the floor of the car. "How do I feel?"
"Like you’re filling me up, you’re stretching me... You’re so damn huge, you’re consuming me."
"Good."
I lift her off of my lap then I lunge up into her, seating myself to the hilt. A groan bleeds from her lips. She opens her mouth and a low keening sound emerges from her throat. Good thing I raised the barrier that demarcated the back seat from the front earlier, sealing us off from my chauffeur. Still, I’d prefer for him not to hear her, either. I close my mouth over hers to absorb her cries. Then I begin to fuck her in earnest. Long, smooth strokes that plant my cock in her melting pussy. Each time I plunge into her, she groans. Moisture bathes my shaft. A bead of sweat slides down my spine. I continue to push up and into her again and again. Her body trembles and her thighs clench. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and fuck me, I can feel the tension building at the base of my spine. The ball of lust squeezes in on itself, and I know I’m close. I release her mouth, glance at her closed eyes. "Look at me," I growl.
She raises her eyelids and her golden-brown eyes shine.
"You’re going to come with me, Lena," I order.
She shakes her head. "It’s too much," she croaks. "Too much."
"Can’t keep pace with a man more than twice your age, eh?"
She scowls. Her eyebrows knit, then she firms her lips. There she is. The stubborn, headstrong woman with a spine of steel. "Keep pace with you? I’ll show you how I keep pace with you." She rises up, then slides down, impaling herself on my cock.
A growl rips up my throat. She grinds her hips down, taking me even further inside of her just as I power up and into her again. I hit a spot deep inside of her. She shudders, then gasps; so do I.
I hold her gaze and increase the intensity of my movements. I power up and into her, and again.
"Oh god, Jack,” she whines.
"I like the fact that you have God and my name in the same breath. Though I’d prefer you call out to me first."
"You’re insane," she moans.
"I am, when it comes to you." I propel up and into her over and over again, hitting that same spot inside her.
She holds my gaze and scrunches up her features, and I know she’s so close. I squeeze her hips, power up into her one last time, then growl, "Come with me."
She throws her head back and cries out, "Jack, oh, god... Jack." She arches her spine and her pussy flutters around my cock as she comes.
I continue to pound into her over and over again, fucking her through the aftershocks that roll up her body. The ball of tension in my lower belly explodes and I shoot my load into her. I place my forehead against hers as she slumps into me. For a few seconds, we stay that way.
Outside, the streets of London whizz by as the Rolls continues its journey home. Everything is the same, and yet... not. I’ve changed. From one second to the next, my priorities have shifted. Something inside of me insists what just happened was more than just fucking. I push her hair back from her face, then lean back and peer into her features. "You okay?"
She draws in a breath, then begins to rise, but I stop her.
"Lena, are you okay?"
She doesn’t meet my gaze.
I pinch her chin, then stare into her eyes. "Speak to me."
She shakes her head.
"Tell me what you’re feeling."
She squeezes her eyes, and a single tear slides out.
I bend, lick it up.
She flinches. "Don’t do that." She clears her throat.
"Why not?"
"We fucked, JJ. That’s all it was. Fucking."