His Three-Day Girlfriend novel · Chapter 13 of 24

Chapter 13: Her Terms

He filled me all the way, and neither of us moved.

His forehead dropped against my collarbone.

"God," he said into my skin. "Merry."

"Don't stop being quiet yet," I said. "Let me feel it."

I felt all of it, thick and hot and stretching me, his heart slamming against my chest.

Then I started to move.

I rose slowly and sank back down, and he cursed, low and shaking.

His hands slid under the robe and spread across my back, holding me, and I hated that.

"I'm not made of glass," I said.

"I know what you're made of."

"Then show me."

He gripped my hips and drove up into me, hard.

I cried out, and the sound bounced off the fogged windows.

"Again," I said.

He gave me again, and again, a rough rhythm that rocked the whole car on its springs.

Every thrust hit deep, and every time I slammed back down to meet him, he groaned.

"You feel so good," he said. "You feel so fucking good, I can't think."

"Don't think."

I leaned back against the steering wheel, and the horn gave one short blare.

We both laughed, wildly, and he caught my mouth and swallowed it.

His thumb found my clit again and pressed in circles while he fucked up into me, and the heat in my belly wound tighter and tighter.

"Elliot, I'm going to..."

"Do it. Come on my cock. I've got you."

I broke apart.

It tore out of me in waves, my body clenching around him, my nails raking his shoulders through his shirt.

"Merry," he said, and then his rhythm went ragged, and he buried his face in my neck.

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