“Tell me what you need, beautiful.” The words spill out of me unabashedly. “I want to feel you,” I pant with need, with desperation, with ache. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more than this. “Yeah?” he grunts, pressing his hard groin against my soft center. “You want to feel me here?” “Yes,” I breathe out, desperately clinging to him. “Right there. Please.” “Look at you, asking so nicely.” His teeth sink into my throat, but not hard enough to hurt. An unabashed whimper escapes my lips. “Get in the car, baby.”
