His hands slid up under my dress and ripped my flimsy thong from my body. “You’re going to owe me a fortune in underwear, Mr. Neanderthal,” I teased breathlessly.
Catcher grunted in response as he worked his pants down over his hips. My mouth ran dry at the sight of his erection. Below the waist, moisture pooled between my legs. Olive’s potion didn’t hold back any punches. I decided then it was just best to go with the flow and let Catcher do what he needed to do to find relief. “Take me,” I instructed.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He whirled me around and placed my hands on the hood of the car. Using one of his knees, he knocked my legs wide apart. His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me, causing me to shriek.
Catcher immediately froze. “Oh fuck, did I hurt you?”
Turning my head, I glanced back to see his apologetic expression. “No, no. It’s good.”
“Thank God,” he murmured. He slid slowly out of me only to slam back again. His dick then began a relentless pounding of my *. My fingers curled on top of the hood, and I knew my nails were going to leave scratch marks on the paint. I’d never had it so hard or so rough. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind I was going to be deliciously sore for days. My first order of business after returning home would be to write Olive a thank you letter and ask her for a six-month supply of man-enhancing yarb. That and to put an ice pack on my pulverized vag.
One of Catcher’s hands came to intertwine in my hair. When he gave the strands a harsh tug, the feeling, coupled with the pounding, sent me into a screaming orgasm. After I came back to myself, I realized Catcher was still going.
And like the Energizer Bunny, he kept going and going. He flipped me over to lie on top of the hood before continuing to drill me. It was when I came the second time that Catcher tensed and came flooding in me. And just like the pounding, his orgasm went on and on.
When he finally finished, he collapsed onto me and let out a long, agonized groan. “You okay?” I questioned.
He raised his sweat-soaked head to look at me. “Holy fucking shit.”
I giggled. “I guess that’s a yes.”
“Some pharmaceutical company should invest in Olive’s man enhancer. It’s worth a fortune.”
“That good, huh?”
Catcher whistled. “Not that every time with you isn’t good.”
“Nice save.”
He laughed. “But this was out-of-this-world good. I didn’t think I was ever going to stop coming.” He cocked his brows at me. “Was it good for you, too?”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure good isn’t the right word. Phenomenal. Overwhelming. Life-altering. Those seem more accurate.”
Catcher grinned. “Damn. What a high.” He frowned slightly. “Overall, I’d have to say that the mood was slightly dampened by my original fear that my dick was going to explode like Ronald’s.”
“So does that mean you won’t become an addict?”
“No. I think it’s best to leave it alone. It’s not like I’m hurting in that area.”
I grinned as I craned my neck to kiss him. “You’re magnificent. “
“Stop. You’ll make me blush,” he teased.
At the faraway sound of a car, I pushed Catcher off me. “We better get out of here before someone sees us.”
He snorted. “I can see the headlines now. GBI Agent and Coroner arrested for public indecency and lewd behavior.” When he reached for his pants, he groaned. “Shit.”
“What?” I asked as I slid off the hood. I was momentarily distracted from Catcher’s question by the fact I had spunkiness going on between my legs. I sure as hell hoped Catcher had some napkins in his dash so that I could clean up.
When I looked at him, his expression was ashen. “I forgot a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
“You are?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Even though it seems like a ludicrous idea for a woman not having sex to be on birth control, trust me, I am.”
Catcher exhaled a relieved breath that came out more as a wheeze. “Not quite ready to make little Catchers yet, are you?” I teasingly asked.
“Not yet.” He jerked his pants up before smiling at me. “Not until I put a ring on your finger.”
I stared wide-eyed at him before shaking my head. “For you to say that aloud, I think all the blood in your head went to your dick.”
He chuckled. “Not today, babe. But someday.”
Even though he was still tripping in an amazing sex haze, I knew he was serious. It should have alarmed me considering we barely knew each other, but it didn’t. Instead, it made me feel all warm and gooey on the inside like I was thirteen again and getting asked out to the movies by my crush. It felt hella surreal to be wanted and desired by a strong, handsome, amazing man.
I was pretty blown away that despite the short amount of time we’d spent together, Catcher still saw a future for us. And I felt the same way. I was just hoping and praying that the other shoe wouldn’t drop because Agent Sexy-Ass Mains had gotten under my skin.
Drop Dead Sexy
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