Page 88 of Danger

“Come here,” I say, and then I’m kissing her, hungry and clumsy.

I taste cranberry, and with it comes the realization of just how badly this could end. Still, I don’t want to pull away. I let her have all of me. Greedy, desperate, honest.

I’m consumed. Lost in her. And goddamn if she doesn’t make my dick twitch with everything she does. She’s on my lap, straddling me like she owns me, her thighs squeezing tight against my hips.

Her hands are everywhere, clawing at my shoulders, tangling in my hair like she’s trying to pull me deeper into her. Her lips are wet, all in, like she's done pretending she doesn't want me.

I hit the button on the side of the seat, and it slides back, giving us more room.

Her shirt rides up as she grinds herself against me, and my fingers slide underneath, tracing the hot, smooth skin of her stomach. She’s soft, fucking perfect, and when my fingers brush the bottom of her bra, she lets out this little tiny moan that shoots straight to my dick.

“Fuck, Winnie,” I growl against her lips, my voice rough, strained. “You make me wanna do very bad things to you.”

She doesn’t respond, not with words. Instead, she rocks her hips harder, grinding herself against the bulge in my jeans. The friction is torturous, brutal, and she’s soaking through her panties. The thought of how wet she is drives me fucking insane.

Her hands move lower, tugging at my shirt, pulling it up so she can feel my chest, my abs. Her nails dig into my skin, leaving little crescent moons that sting in the best fucking way. She’s panting now, her breath hot against my neck as she works herself against me, her hips moving in tight, desperate circles. My dick pulses in response, straining against my pants, desperate to be inside her, to feel her tight, wet walls clenching around me.

I grab the door handle with one hand and hold on because it feelsthatgood.

“You’re so big,” she whispers, her voice trembling and shaky. “I can feel it. I can feel how hard you are.”

Her words are a match to gasoline, and the pressure builds, the heat. She’s going to make me fucking cum in my pants like a fucking fool, and the thought of it—of her grinding on me until I explode—is too much.

“Goddamn,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”

She grins, that wicked little smile, and leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear. “What are you gonna do about it, daddy? Spank me?”

The words send a jolt of electricity down my spine, and I let out a low, guttural laugh. “Keep talking to me like that and I’ll bend you over the hood of this truck and punish you for it.”

Her eyes darken, and she bites her lip, her hips never stopping their rhythm. “Promise?”

My hands slide down to cup her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.

I draw each word out slowly as I say, “You’re so polite in public but you secretly wanna be dirty with me, huh? You wanna be a good girl and fucking take all of me, don’t you?”

She nods, her breath hitching as she grinds herself against me, makin’ the fabric stick to my skin. I can feel her pussy, hot and swollen, pressing against me through the thin barrier of her panties, and it’s driving me fucking wild.

I shove the fabric of her skirt higher, exposing the smooth, trembling skin of her thighs, the lacy edge of her panties.

"Look at you," I growl, squeezing her thighs as I drag my thumbs along the soaked silk between her legs. "Fucking drenched.”

“Maybe I’m just seeing how much control you actually have,” she says, eyes flicking to my mouth.

“Careful,” I warn.

She smiles, unapologetic. “You’re the one teaching me how to keep a man’s attention, remember.”

“You have my attention.”

She whimpers, her voice trembling, her hips losing their rhythm as she gets closer to her own edge. “Enough to make you break your other rule?”

“No,” I whisper, my fingers digging into her hips, forcing her to slow down.

She lets out this frustrated little moan, her hips jerking against mine as she fights for control. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as she grinds herself against me, desperate for that release.

“Had a feeling you would say that,” she grins, understanding, but her eyes are wide and wild.

My hands slide up her shirt, cupping her tits through her bra. Her nipples are hard, pebbled against the fabric, and when I pinch one, she lets out this sharp, desperate cry that makes my dick throb.