Page 77 of Checkmate
“Get your pretty little pussy over here,” he said, his cock twitching in anticipation. “You’re gonna stay real close, bury your head against my neck so I can see the road, and ride me until we both cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replied, moving into his lap carefully. Not actually wanting to die, Alex gave the road his focus. At least until she reached between them to guide his cock inside her wet heat.
Following his instructions perfectly, Sophie pressed her breasts against his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his neck.
It wasn’t the most comfortable driving position to be in, but at least he could see. They whizzed past car after car, each one just a blur of colour.
“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, changing the gear and flooring it until the dial crept closer to 80 miles per hour. “Now fuck me like it’s the last time.”
Sophie rocked her hips, breathing against his neck. Her groans filled the car as her nails pressed into his shoulder, bouncing on his cock as he forced himself to focus on the road.
“You crazy fucking bitch,” he growled, half laughing. “God, you feel good.”
He had no choice but to surrender control to Sophie while he concentrated on not killing them. It was a new dynamic between them, and one that, surprisingly, he wasn’t hating.
She moved like fluid in motion as she took him into her body, so wet she soaked his thighs. Her nipples were hard against his chest as she clung to him.
He was already on the edge of his climax, overstimulated to the point his balls ached with the pressure. For once, he wanted to wait for her, to give her the chance to join him.
When he called her, he wanted to pin her to some sort of surface and wrap his hands around her pretty throat while he fucked her until she begged him to stop. He wanted her to feel all of his anger as he powered into her and used her for his pleasure.
This was better.
It was fucking crazy, but it was better.
“I want to feel you cum for me, Sophie,” he groaned. “Let me feel you milk my cock, pretty one.”
“Oh, Alex,” she breathed, biting his shoulder. She tightened around him, her movements becoming more erratic before a flood of warmth surrounded him as she groaned his name dirtily.
“Yes, Alex! Oh, fuck yes!”
He growled her name, tightening his hands on the steering wheel as his hips rocketed into hers and he filled her pussy for the first time since they had started fucking.
Nothing had ever felt better.
It took everything he had to not take his eyes off the road and keep the car steady. Sophie tightened her arms around him as she felt them swerve, but Alex had control again in a matter of seconds.
“I’ve got you, Soph. Don’t worry.”
Releasing the gas, he slowed the car to a more acceptable speed, looking for the next turnoff or service station.
Sensing her fear now the adrenaline was wearing off, he left Sophie in his lap, shaking as she clung to him.
At the first opportunity, he pulled into a layby and killed the engine, holding her against him as he felt her sob.
“It’s okay, pretty one. I got you. You’re okay.”
“We could have died,” she croaked, the words mumbled against his neck. “We could have—”
“But we didn’t.” He pulled her back, forcing her to look at him. “We’re perfectly fine, and that was one hell of a rush.”
He wiped a tear from her cheek, focusing on how much more relaxed he now felt. Even her overreaction didn’t annoy him.
He reassured her, not because he cared, but because there was no way he’d give up a woman who would do something as bat-shit insane as Sophie just did.
“You’re okay?” He asked.
She nodded once, taking a breath. “I think so.”
