My need was apparent in my voice. He gathered my hair from my face with gentle fingers—a stark contrast from the way he was brutally fucking me with his body.
“You are an angel, a perfect, beautiful thing,” he breathed. “You’re doing so well for me.”
I moaned, exhilarated.
“That’s right, I know how good I make you feel,” he breathed. “Keep moaning for me, tell me just how good you’re getting it. Tell me that I satisfy you completely.”
“Nothing feels better than having you inside me,” I gasped out, surprised by my own honesty. “I’m…I’m sorry, was that too much?”
“No, tell me what you truly feel,” he panted.
The last shreds of my shame dissipated.
“You heal me,” I whispered.
It caught him off guard too and he missed a beat, but then he found his rhythm again. This time, he fucked me hard enough it stole the breath from my lungs and I could do nothing but cling to the cold metal and ride out his storm.
His breath came short and fast as he pistoned into me and I felt him lose a little bit of control. I reveled in it, high on having him need me so badly he couldn’t hold back. Pain rippled through my hips and I knew he was getting close.
With a harsh groan, he pulled from me and his palm hit the hood with a dull thud as he emptied himself.
“Oh my God, Lia,” he breathed. “Fuck, you make me come so hard.”
I lay panting and listened to him fasten his belt, my heart thudding loud in my ears. Then his gentle fingers were on my wrists, unwinding the tie, and helping me to my feet. The world spun as I caught my breath and he stroked back my hair and kissed the nape of my neck.
“Good girl,” he said simply. “Be proud of yourself.”
I moaned, unsure if I was sore or if I needed to come again. He knelt behind me and pulled my panties up. They were uncomfortably wet and I shifted, turning to look at him. The corner of his mouth jerked up and his eyes glittered.
“Did you—” I gasped.
He rose and wound his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back. The kiss he pressed to my mouth was triumphant.
“I hope you’re hungry because we’re going out to eat,” he said. “Now get your pretty ass in the car and be grateful I didn’t come somewhere else. With you bent over like that, I had options.”
He circled the car and pulled open the passenger door and I was too stunned to do anything but get inside. There was a satisfied smirk on his beautiful face as he slid in beside me and turned the engine on. I shifted in the seat, his cum slippery between my legs, and made a mental note to call the doctor tomorrow. We were both too horny and reckless to remember to use condoms and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be pregnant yet.
I glanced at him sideways as we drove through the darkness.
“Did you use condoms with your other women?” I asked quietly.
He frowned. “What women?”
“Well, you weren’t a virgin on our wedding night.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Were you always this reckless with other women.”
He rolled down the window and reached in the console and retrieved a cigarette. I’d never seen him smoke before and I found something oddly attractive about the way he held it in his mouth and flicked the lighter. The smoke was disgusting though and I scrunched myself against the door.
“No, I’ve always used a condom,” he said. “And I was never much of a player, contrary to what you might think. I think I’ve fucked a total of twelve women since I lost my virginity as a teenager.”
I stared at him, bewildered. This ran in direct contrast to everything my brothers did.
“Why?”
He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. “Casual sex can be fun, but it’s not really my thing.”