Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I cry out in pleasure as Ethan starts to fuck the hell out of me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, my body coming apart at the seams as I claw at him and writhe in pure heavenly bliss under him. My bare feet press to the windshield, slick with the wet heat of the car as his fat cock slams into my dripping wet pussy.
He pounds into me, our tongues swirling and our bodies writhing together. Thunder explodes around us, like we’re in the storm cloud, and the orangey neon glow is punctured by bright white flashes of lightening as the rain slams against the car. We pant into each other’s lips, hands gripping sweat-slicked skin and rippling muscles, and his gorgeous, thick cock thrusting into me again and again and again, until suddenly, like the storm, we both explode together.
“Emily,” he groans into my lips.
“Ethan!” I cry out as he slams inside me to the hilt, and suddenly, we’re both gone. I cry out, clawing at his back and clutching him so tightly as the climax detonates through me like a bomb. My body writhes against his, my legs wrapping tight around his hips and pulling him into me as he roars, pushes deep, and explodes.
His hot, thick white cum blasts deep inside of me, pumping me full as his cock swells and twitches. He goes to move, but I keep him right there, legs tight around his waist, my hands clutching his face as I kiss him slow and deep with everything I have. And we stay just like that, the storm raging around us, but the both of us safe, together, and perfect.
8
Ethan
I don’t know how long we stay like that, but if it were for forever, I’d be pretty fucking okay with that. I just stay right there, between her legs, my cock still deep inside of her as I kiss her slowly.
Eventually, we’re both aware of the rain fading, and the thunder tumbling away. I pull back, our eyes locking as she grins shyly under me. Her skin is still glowing orange from the neon sign of the gas station, and I just fucking stare at her.
God damn is she beautiful, and I could stare at her all damn day. And night. And forever.
She leans up and kisses me, and slowly, I slide out of her. She moans softly, curling up in the seat half on my lap as my arm goes around her.
“You should go home,” she murmurs into the skin of my chest as she kisses it. “I should take you home.”
I glance down at her as she looks up into my eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Etha—”
“I’m not, Emily,” I growl. “I’m not done with you by a fucking mile.”
I lean in, kissing her slow and deep as she moans into my lips.
“Okay, you have to go home, though. You’re a student, Ethan. You’re eighteen. Your parents will—”
“My dad knows I can take care of myself. They’ll be fine, trust me.”
Her brow furrows, but I just grin as I reach for my jeans and pull out my miraculously still-working phone.
“Here, hang on.”
I hammer out a quick text and hit send as her eyes dart over my face.
“What was that?”
“My brother, Jamison,” I shrug. “I told him I was going to be out late if anyone asks.”
“What did you say you were doing?”
I grin.
“Sleeping with my art teacher in the front seat of her Grande Wagoneer.”
Her eyes go wide for half a second before I laugh.
“I’m kidding, beautiful,” I chuckle as she makes a face and playfully slaps my chest. She bites her lip as her eyes lock with mine.
“You’re infuriating, you know.”
“I try.”
“No, I actually don’t think you do.”
I hoot out a laugh as she grins at me.
“Maybe I’m like a questionable tattoo,” I wink at her. “I just get in deep under your skin and stay there.
Emily blushes, and I can suddenly feel my cock stirring as I pull her tighter to me.
“What do you say, Ms. Hayes,” I growl, my lips inches from hers. “You want me to slide in deep and stay there?”
She gasps, and when I tug her into my lap fully, she shivers in heat and kisses me fiercely.
“Your house,” I growl. “Now.”
She nods, panting as she slips into the driver’s seat. We both yank on our soaking wet clothes as best we can—both of us sans-underwear as she cranks the engine on and throws the car into gear.
Emily’s barely out of the parking lot before my hand is on her leg.
“Ethan…”
She shoots a look my way before glancing at the road, but I just keep going. I slide my hand higher, pushing right under her skirt until my fingertips brush her slick, swollen pussy.
“Fuck, Ethan—”
“Eyes on the road, Ms. Hayes,” I growl as she moans softly. My fingers stroke her slit, my thumb rubbing in slow circles around her clit as she clenches the wheel tightly and gasps. I ease two fingers inside, sliding closer to her and leaning over. My breath teases over her ear, making her whimper, and when I let my lips and tongue brush her neck, she trembles, the car wobbling slightly.