He drove for another ten minutes in silence until he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled the car off the road and parked it behind an outcropping of flora. He turned the car off and checked his surroundings, making sure everything was all clear.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding confused.
He turned to look at her, knowing that he should just keep driving, but unable to stave off his emotions. He reached up and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip, back and forth. Her breaths became shallow, quick.
They stayed silent, just looking at each other. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers gently. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more, just a soft kiss goodbye, something to hold him for the rest of his life.
That soft and gentle kiss turned into something stronger, more passionate. Neeka tilted her head and moved closer. He speared his hands in her hair, caressing her scalp as their tongues stroked along each other.
She made little mewling noises, the sound spearing straight to his cock. She started to shift, and soon she was straddling him. She ground her pussy on his erection while she pressed her breasts into his chest.
“I want you, Gage. I need you.”
She breathed against his mouth as her hands moved to the fly of his pants. He didn’t stop her. No, as much as he should have, he was a selfish bastard. He wanted her just as much, wanted to bury his cock deep inside of her until she was branded as his.
She undid his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it in pressurized motions. Neeka went back to kissing him, licking his lips, teasing him to the point of madness. He all but ripped the button from her pants in his attempt to get them off.
When they were gone and she was naked from the waist down, he molded his hands against her breasts, teasing and tweaking the stiff peaks, her nipples hard, slightly elongated from her arousal. She continued to grind her cunt against his cock, her juices coating his shaft with slick, hot wetness.
“I want you so fucking bad.” He nipped and licked her throat as he growled against her flesh. She sighed and moaned as she thrust her hips against him. She reached between their bodies and gripped his dick, and he hissed out in ecstasy. She lifted slightly and aligned the head of his cock with her pussy hole. She didn’t go slowly, just sank down his shaft quickly and ravenously.
They both groaned in pleasure as she started to lift up and then slam them back down. He gripped her waist and lifted his hips in time with hers until the sound of her soaked pussy sucking at his cock filled the interior of the SUV.
He grunted at the pleasure-pain of it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold off from coming. She was so tight and hot that he was doing everything in his power to make sure he didn’t get off before she did. She bounced on him, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her tits bobbing right in front of his face.
He tore at her clothes, revealing her chest. Her breasts were perfect with quarter sized areolas the color of a ripe peach. He latched his mouth onto one and sucked like he was a man dying of thirst.
He felt her pussy contract and ripple around his cock right before a gush of hot liquid spilled from her, coating his shaft and sending him precariously close to the edge.
She groaned loudly and pressed her pussy all the way down, grinding her clit against the root of his dick and crying out her orgasm.
Gage didn’t hold back, just pulled his mouth from her nipple and buried his face against her chest. His climax tore out of him in hot, thick jets of cum, filling her with his seed.
He held her tightly as they both rode out the pleasure. She sagged against him, and he ran his hand up and down her back, wishing he could tell her what she meant to him.
A man like him wasn’t supposed to have emotions, wasn’t supposed to feel anything but determination and concentration. He was supposed to be powerful, strong, and levelheaded.
Emotions caused weakness, and weakness caused death. He continued to hold her, knowing this was the last time he’d be able to do it.
An hour later they were pulling up to her father’s entrance, the massive wrought-iron gates looming before them. She gave Gage the code to type in, the gate opening before them like welcoming arms.
It felt wonderful to be home, to know that she was safe again. But there were things that still frightened her, and things that her mind wouldn’t let go.
Neeka looked over at Gage, his jaw set hard, his expression unreadable. She thought about the way they’d just fucked no more than an hour ago. It had been powerful and ravenous. She wondered what he was thinking at that moment.