Chapter 18: Not Enough

He had me against the side of the car before the garage door finished closing.

His mouth was on my throat, and his hands were under the green dress, dragging it up my thighs.

"You said the ground rules," I said, breathless. "Run it, vote, nothing else."

"I'm breaking them."

"Good."

"I'm going to break them all."

I pulled his belt open and shoved his trousers down, and he swore into my neck when I wrapped my hand around his cock.

It was hot and hard and already wet at the tip.

"Hazel."

"Get my dress out of the way," I said.

He tore the lace aside instead of pulling it down, and I heard it give.

Then he lifted me by the backs of my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he held my whole weight against the car door.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked.

He pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy in one long stroke, and I cried out, and the sound went all the way up the concrete.

I was soaked for him, my pussy clenching around him as he seated himself to the hilt.

"Fuck," he said. "Your pussy feels incredible."

"Move."

He moved.

He fucked me against the cold metal, hard, with my heels locked at the base of his spine.

Every thrust drove me up the door, and every time I slid down he caught me and thrust again.

I held onto his shoulders and bit down on his collar.

"Louder," he said, breathing hard. "There's nobody here."

"Maxwell, oh my God..."

"That's it."

"Don't stop."

"I'm not going to stop. I'm going to take you upstairs and do it again."

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