“Come on, Reese’s, show me what you got,” I dare, pumping my swollen dick, watching as she straddles the console between us then finally me. She grabs onto the leather headrest behind me, throws her hair over her shoulder as she works her hips, grinding her pussy against me working her clit over the head of my cock.
I reach up, untying the bow at the back of her neck and pull the neckline of her dress until I expose the most perfect set of tits. I take them in my hands, squeeze as much as I can. They used to fit in the palm of my hand but now they were more than a handful. Her nipples were bigger too, darker and when erect even more sensitive than before.
They were perfect.
Like everything else about Adrianna.
I bend my head, take one nipple between my teeth and tug, loving the effect it has on her as she grinds herself harder against my cock. I soothe the sting with my tongue and repeat the action over and over causing her to quicken her pace.
The windows fog as my control teeters. Threading my fingers through her hair, fisting the ends, I force her head back and close my mouth over her pulse point on her neck.
Time to mess you up, Reese’s.
I untangle my hands from her hair and slide them down to her hips.
“Up,” I order, my mouth still firmly planted on her neck, sucking, nibbling, devouring every inch of her smooth skin.
She lifts her hips as I grab my cock and slide the head over the seam of her wet pussy. The breathy moan that escapes her lips has my dick twitching with need as I position myself and arch off the seat. She slides onto my cock, taking me deeper and deeper until she sits fully on my lap.
I lift my hands back to her face and turn her gaze to me, claiming her mouth with my own as she works me, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that suits both of us. Sweat drips off her face onto mine, skin slaps skin, clothes pushed and shoved aside as she rides me—just like I taught her all those years ago.
My lips are everywhere; her mouth, her neck, her tits, her shoulders and back to her mouth, bruising every part of her. I take hold of her hips again, pushing off the back of the seat and slide into her as deep as I could possibly go.
“I can’t hold it back anymore,” she pants, reaching between us, her fingers caressing her clit. She throws her head back, brown waves fall over the steering wheel as I have front row seats to my favorite show. I watch as Adrianna gets off. Her sleek pussy clenching around my cock, holding me in place as her fingers work vigorously to see her through her orgasm.
“That’s it,” I urge, gritting my teeth. “Come all over me, Reese’s,” I say, grabbing onto her tits as I thrust inside her sensitive pussy. Her eyes roll behind her head as I feel my balls tighten and my dick swell. “Fuck,” I roar, shuddering as her pussy squeezes my release right out of my cock.
Moments later she collapses on top of me, breathless and messy.
“We’re so late,” she mutters against my chest.
“But it was so fucking worth it,” I reply, palming the cheeks of her ass before giving one of them a light smack. “If we leave now, maybe we’ll make it in time for the priest to pronounce them husband and wife.”
“There’s a priest?” She says laughing, leaning back to question me with her eyes.
“Reina’s a holy roller,” I explain as she crawls over the console and drops the visor down.
“Oh my God!”
“He’s a popular guy,” I tease, zipping up my pants. I start the car, roll down the windows to let the steam out of the car before I glance over at her.
“I look like I was just fucked,” she complains. I grin as I drive out of the spot, watching out of the corner of my eye as she tried to straighten out her wrinkled dress.
I love it when she lets me mess her all up.
Twenty minutes later, I turned the truck onto the street of the Dog Pound. Adrianna was still trying to fix herself, giving up on smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress she concentrated on her hair.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her as I pull up to the gate.
She screams as a reply to my compliment, stopping my heart as I slam my foot against the break. Turning to face her, my gaze travels out the window in the direction she stares at in horror. The glass security booth that mimics a parking attendant’s booth is splattered with blood.
“Don’t move,” I shout, opening the console. I pull out my revolver, knock back the safety and jump out of the car. The arm that lifts to let cars through is hanging off by the hinge and is riddled with bullet holes. I walk alongside the truck, with my weapon drawn and stand in front of the window Adrianna is still staring out.
“Get down,” I whisper harshly, waiting for her to do so before I take a few steps closer to the glass booth and enter it. The body inside the booth is slumped over. Forcefully I push his chest back so he leans against the chair and I can inspect who it is.