Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Carson unclipped his seatbelt before undoing mine, freeing our bodies so that we could lean closer. He gripped the back of my neck as our lips parted, tongues brushing. He muffled my moans as his free hand held my side, his fingers curling into the fabric of my dress like he was dying to pull me closer.
I crawled over the center console as he pushed his seat back, straddling his lap as our lips reconnected. My body had a mind of its own, acting on impulse and desire. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt as he pushed my dress up my thighs to my waist. Part of me wanted to slow down, but I couldn’t stop. I ached for him, wanting to feel his touch, to let him prove himself.
Carson caressed my breasts through my dress, his finger hooking in the neck of my dress to pull it aside. He kissed the spot beneath my ear, resting his free hand on the curve of my ass to press me down against his lap.
I opened his shirt up, letting my fingers trail up the smooth, muscular expanse of his chest and abdomen. My head threatened to spin, all of the heat and need melding together in a whirlwind.
“I want you,” I told him as I ground against him.
A sound that bordered between a growl and a moan broke from him. He slipped his hand between his thighs, trying to reach me to touch me, but my tights blocked him. With a frustrated scowl, he grabbed the fabric and ripped it, exposing my panties that he easily pushed aside.
I gasped and threw my head back as his fingertips caressed my clit. Electric pleasure coursed through me like a current, lighting up every inch of me as he kissed my neck and ran his fingers through my folds to my entrance.
“So wet for me. Do you know how pleased that makes me?” Carson murmured against my skin as he slowly pushed two fingers inside of me. “So good. So fucking good.”
My thighs already threatened to tremble as he spoke his praises. I wanted to be good for him, to please him like he pleased me. I rocked down on his fingers as I pushed mine into his hair.
“I want you inside of me,” I told him, wanting more than just his fingers, even if they felt amazing thrusting into me.
Carson hummed beneath his breath as he curled his fingers deep, pressing against a spot that made my body tense.
“I could give you my cock. Do you want that, baby?” he asked in a teasing tone.
I nodded fervently as I reached down to tug on his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans, working as quickly as I possibly could. I never ever thought I’d have sex in someone’s car, but I desperately needed him. I didn’t care where we were.
Carson leaned back to let me free his erection from his black briefs, groaning as I ran my hand up and down his length.
“Put me inside of you. I bet you feel like heaven, angel,” he told me as he pulled his hand away from me.
I lifted my hips, lining him up with my entrance and then sinking down. A broken moan drifted from me as I leaned my head back, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Adrenaline shuddered down my spine as I peered out of the back of the car window, seeing an empty road. This was crazy, but that only amped up the pleasure.
“Carson…” I breathed out. My brain was too fuzzy to form any other words.
“Ride me. That’s it,” Carson murmured as I started slowly bouncing on top of him. His eyes swept over my figure as I moved, taking in my curves.
I leaned down and crashed my lips against his, my knees pressing into the polyester car seat. I didn’t care that we were in his car on the side of the road. All I cared about was that we were finally doing this after it had crossed my mind multiple times. What a relief. What bliss.
Carson gripped my ass, caressing me as I rocked and rolled my hips. He groaned lowly, clenching his jaw to control himself.
“You’re so damn beautiful. You make it hard to last,” he told me before bringing his palm down against my cheek in a sharp slap.
A surprised, pleased cry broke from my lips as he spanked me. No one had ever touched me like that before, but the roughness made me shudder.
“Again,” I pleaded him.
“Dirty girl,” Carson said with a smirk before spanking me harder. He dug his fingertips into my red skin, soothing the ache away for a second only to strike my cheek again. “Only bad girls like to be spanked. Are you my bad girl?”
I nodded without shame, willing to be whatever he wanted me to be.