Just like it has from the beginning, Banner’s humor never fails to make me laugh. The sound booms out through the garage, over the AC/DC I’d picked for tonight.
“I can’t even imagine what you must have said to them.”
Banner untwines her legs from around my waist before spreading them and placing each foot on the hood.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I can see straight up her skirt and into the best vision of heaven I’ve ever known.
One hand, tipped with blood-red nails that match her heels, slides down to her bare thigh. Her voice goes husky. “I told them I was going to make someone a very happy man, so denying me my lube was denying one of their brothers a very fine piece of ass.”
I wrap a hand around each of her thighs and yank her back down to me. “Is that right?”
“I thought they’d understand since I was planning to take one for the team, but no dice.”
“You probably had all their dicks hard as they watched you walk away.”
“They were poppin’ chubs before I even zipped my bag.”
A growl is unleashed from my throat as my possessive instincts fire up. “My. Pie. I don’t share my pie with anyone. Thought we had an understanding, Bruce.”
“You better remind me. It’s been a while since you showed me what it means to be yours.”
Always a challenge. This woman will never be boring.
I loosen my grip on her thighs and slide both palms up her smooth skin, rucking up the material of her short skirt as I go. “You better not have bent over in this thing, or else I’m gonna have to go find whoever saw this sweet little cunt and make sure they understand who it belongs to.”
Her whiskey eyes flame.
“You love it when I say that.” I cover her bare pussy with my hand. It’s not a question. Her body tells me everything I need to know. I keep my gaze pinned to hers as I trail a finger down her soaked slit. “Dripping for me. Sweet heaven.” Dragging my index finger around her clit, I watch as her pupils dilate with need. My cock, already hard as tempered steel, pulses at her responsiveness.
“I’m going to fuck you on the hood of this car. First your tight little pussy, and then I’m going to bend you over and take that sweet ass you’ve been teasing me with for weeks.”
Banner’s teeth close over her bottom lip as her hips lift to increase the pressure from my fingers on her clit, but she doesn’t answer.
I pull my hand back two inches and plunge a finger inside her.
Banner sucks in a breath and arches off the hood. I add a second finger, and fuck them in and out of her until the word I love to hear falls from her lips.
“Please.”
“Anything for you. Any-fucking-thing.”
I shove down my jeans with my free hand, letting my cock spring free.
Banner reaches out as though she wants to touch my dick, but I stop her. “Hands on the hood. I’m calling the shots here. You might not be naked, but you’re still gonna do what you’re told.”
Her pussy contracts around my fingers in response.
I fucking love this woman.
Her hands land palm down on the hood just before a horn honks outside, probably at the Four Corners, trying to get someone to drive through the blinking red signal.
Banner’s gaze cuts to the high windows in the overhead door where anyone could see us if they were looking, especially with all the lights on inside here.
I wait for her to say something about moving, but she doesn’t. Her pussy grows even wetter.
“Someone could see us. Watch me fuck you on the hood of this car. What do you think about that, Banner?”