Page 53 of Filthy Little Lies

“Fuck, sweetheart.” I suck in a breath watching my cock disappear into her hot pussy.

The carriage pitches again, and she wraps her arms tight around my neck.

“Shh, it’s okay. Remember, I won’t let anything happen to you. It’s just the wind. We’re at the top now. We won’t be moving again for a while.” I grip her hips. “You will though, ride me.”

She moves her grip to my shoulders for more balance, then gradually starts to move.

“It will feel better in a second,” I assure her when she winces.

Slipping my hand between our bodies, I find her clit with my thumb. The second I touch her, she relaxes, and a sweet moan escapes her throat.

I keep up a steady rhythm, circle to the left then the right as she finds her own cadence. She leans into me, bringing her breasts to my mouth.

Through the material I bite down on her nipple, then suck it into my mouth. Lashing at the hardened nub, I soak her dress.

The carriage is swaying again, but it’s because of us, because she’s riding me harder and harder as I increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her eyes are glazed over with arousal.

I’m not done yet.

With my free hand, I touch the base of the plug. “Open.”

With wide eyes, she pops open her mouth, and I catch the plug before it falls into my lap.

“I don’t—” I kiss her before she can say something to make me have to punish her instead of fucking her senseless.

“Relax, Savvy,” I say, bringing the plug to her ass and spreading her cheeks with both my hands. She’s frozen again, waiting for the worst to happen.

“You have to relax, or it’s going to hurt. It’s the smallest size they make, it won’t hurt unless you keep clenching.” I squeeze one ass cheek until she finally softens her muscles and the plug slides past the resistance and into place.

She stares down at me, shocked.

“It feels weird but doesn’t hurt.”

I arch a brow. “Just wait.”

I twist the base of the plug, turning on the vibration setting. Then promptly roll my eyes at the intense pleasure that radiates through her body straight into my cock.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders again, but this time not from fear, but need.

She bites down on her bottom lip and starts moving again. I pull down the neckline of her dress enough to expose her breast, and latch onto her nipple.

Flicking my tongue over her while she rides me harder and harder, and the vibrations from the plug dance between us. The carriage sways even more.

Neither of us seems to care.

I scrape my teeth over her breast, and her body clenches.

“Fuck, sweetheart, if you do that again, I’m going to fucking come.”

She flashes a mischievous grin, then clenches again.

I grab hold of her hips, squeezing tight.

“Keep it up, and I’ll use this sweet body of yours and keep you from coming.”

She moves her hands to my face, then kisses me. It’s full of passion and wanting, but there’s something more. Something warm underlying the kiss.

I buck from the bench while she moves again. As one, we move, fucking and kissing, and biting, and touching. Her hands run over my chest, beneath my shirt, over my shoulders. It’s like she’s found new territory and wants to explore.