Fractured Minds (Rebels of Sandland 3)

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I reached across the middle console, and with the palm of my hand I stroked across her cheek and then pulled her towards me for a kiss. I threaded my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck as we lost ourselves in each other.

The kiss started off slow and tender, but soon the intensity of our feelings took over and it became deeper, more desperate. She pulled away first, placing her hand on my chest and panting out her breaths as she said, “Back seat. Now.”

The way she spoke, staring at me from under her eyelashes in such a needy way was the sexiest thing ever, and I nodded, climbing over and then sitting back with my legs open and my arms resting over the top of the back seats. When she climbed over after me, I reached out to pull her across safely and then she straddled me and I gripped her waist, wanting to have her as close as I could.

“I need you,” she whispered into my ear and ground down onto my rock-hard dick.

I tilted my head and started to kiss her again. This time there was no slow, only greedy. We couldn’t get enough of tasting each other, swirling our tongues together and moaning with how turned on we were. I put my hands flat on her thighs and ran them higher and higher up her legs until I was underneath the soft fabric of her dress. I groaned, realising she was wearing a thong, and palmed her ass hard as she lifted herself up to give me better access.

She whimpered as I smoothed my hands over her ass and then squeezed.

“Do you like that?” I asked, kissing down her neck and biting into her soft skin.

“I love everything you do to me,” she replied, all breathy and sexy. “Touch me here.” She reached back to take my hand and guided it between her legs.

I used my fingers to rub her through the lace. She was wet and feeling it made my dick strain hard in my pants.

“More,” she whispered, and I lifted the fabric to the side and started to run my fingers through her folds.

“Like this?”

She buried her face into my neck as her hips rocked on my hand and she grabbed the back of my neck as she moaned, “Right there, but I need you inside me too.”

I knew what she needed, but I wasn’t done playing yet. I could feel the hard nub of her clit and I smoothed my thumb up and down, then around. With my fingers, I stroked her and then pushed inside of her.

“Oh God, Finn. Just like that.” She held my neck tighter and fucked my hand, gasping into my ear and growing wetter as I curled my fingers inside her and stroked her walls.

“So good,” she said, angling her hips, and then she reached down and put her hand over mine, setting the pace, directing where she needed me to touch and rubbing herself hard into my palm. I watched her face as she closed her eyes, and then she threw her head back and I felt her pulsing as she came for me.

“So beautiful,” I whispered, watching her come down from her high. When she opened her eyes I saw so much love and lust I couldn’t wait any longer.

“I really need to fuck you.”

She didn’t answer, just nodded and pulled her thong down. I undid the button of my jeans with her still on top of me, and pushed them down to my ankles. I did the same with my boxers, but she helped me this time. Then, I held my breath as she ran her hand in-between my thighs and then cupped my balls, massaging and stroking them. Watching her hands on me, touching me, was everything. She moved to hold my dick and started to give me slow spine-tingling pumps and I threw my head back, savouring every single sensation.

“Do you still want to fuck me?” she asked, as if that was even a valid question at this point.

“More than I want to breathe.”

I opened my eyes to find her staring straight at me.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“On top. I want you riding my dick.” I put my hand over hers and gave my dick a squeeze, then reached down and pulled a condom out of the pocket of my jeans. I lifted the packet to my mouth and her eyes shone as I ripped the foil with my teeth.

“Can I put it on?” she asked, biting that damn lip of hers, and it crossed my mind that a blow job would be really fucking awesome. The thought of having her lips wrapped around my cock made me want to come then and there. But I shelved that thought––for now––and smirked as I handed her the condom.

“Be my guest.” I wriggled my hips forward and settled back.

She placed the condom onto my tip and rolled it slowly down over my cock using a firm grip, and I groaned. It certainly felt better than putting it on myself. And now, all I could think about was being inside her, feeling her walls around me, gripping me and squeezing. I was addicted to her and I fucking loved it.

Her legs were open and she was hovering right over me, still holding my dick. I lifted the skirt of her dress so I could watch her as she rubbed me through her folds and then dipped me teasingly into her pussy and back out again. Just a gentle agonising tease, pushing herself over my tip and then pulling out again and rubbing my cock over her clit.

“I love you, Effy,” I said, grabbing her by the back of the neck. “And I love how fucking dirty you’re being right now.”

I yanked her forward and stuck my tongue down her throat, grabbing her around the waist with my other arm and thrusting up into her tight little pussy. Her cries were drowned out by my mouth on hers, and that spurred me on even more.

I carried on kissing her as I held her hips and pulled her down hard onto my cock, slamming into her over and over again. She pressed her forehead against mine as we panted together, our lips so close we were breathing each other’s breath and our moans filled the air along with the sound of our bodies grinding, slapping, riding each other. She held the back of the seat and rotated her hips, but when I reached down and started to rub over her clit, she grabbed me around the shoulders and pulled me into her.