I was surprised we even made it back to my place, if I was being honest; she didn’t say a word to me in the car, didn’t even look at me, but I could feel the need coming off her in hot, heavy waves, as though she was trying to contain herself but failing. We pulled to a halt outside my place, not far from the garage.

She glanced at me. “We’re really doing this, huh?” she muttered.

Here it comes. The big NO. I shrugged. “If you still want to.”

In a flash, she unbuckled her belt and was on top of me, pressing down to kiss me, her tongue in my mouth, and her hands on my chest.

I let my hands roam all over her, pushing up that tight little dress she had been wearing all fucking night long, and grabbing at her thighs, her round full ass.

Fuck, she felt good, better than I’d expected, even.

That night outside the bar, I hadn’t had a proper chance to feel her like this, to feel the weight of her on top of me, to touch every part of her, to fulfil those cravings I had been trying to ignore since high school.

I slid my hand between her legs and cupped her through the thin fabric of her panties. She groaned and pulled back for a moment, eyes closed, head back. I grasped the back of her head and pulled her toward me, sinking my fingers into her neck, pressing my forehead to hers. “Look at me,” I ordered.

She opened her eyes, her gaze burning into mine. My cock was already painfully hard and I knew I had to have her or I was going to fucking explode. I had waited long enough. Since that night at the bar, I had been waiting for this, desperate for it and a damn pair of sweet smelling panties as a memento wouldn’t suffice either.

She only wore a small scrap of lace, so I hooked my fingers into her panties and ripped it off her body. Her pussy, freshly shaved glowed sweetly in the dark. I was dying to suck on it, but with shaking fingers, she had begun to undo my jeans. I lifted my hips so she could pull down my pants. Greedily, she wrapped her fist around my cock, stroking me a couple of times, and she let out this guttural, almost animal-like noise that seemed born from a deep hunger inside of her. She wasn’t holding back, wasn’t trying to play at being cute or coy.

She wanted me to fuck her.

I reached into the gap between the seats and pulled out a condom.

“Always prepared, huh?” she teased.

“Nah, this one was carrying your name since the moment you walked into my garage, Princess.”

“Oh yeah,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair.

I was surprised at how hot her touch got me, even when it was as mild as that; her fingertips left trails of sparks running across my scalp and down my back, my body responsive to hers. I hadn’t felt this way from a woman’s touch in a long time, if ever.

I quickly sheathed myself, as she pulled her dress all the way up to her waist and glanced around. I knew what she was thinking. Someone could swing by and catch us in the act when we were least expecting it. I could have taken her into the house. It was only a short walk from the car to my bedroom, but I needed her now, and I wasn’t going to wait one second longer.

“Fuck me, Jesse,” she breathed in my ear.

The fulfilment of a hundred different adolescent fantasies washed through me in that wild moment. I took my cock in my hand and pulled her on top of me.

She shifted slightly so she could lower herself down onto my dick. She planted her hands against my chest for leverage, sliding one beneath my shirt and letting her nails drag briefly across my bare skin.

Then, I thrust into her for the first time.

We both groaned as soon as I was inside her, finally getting what we wanted. I pushed her down until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy.

“God, you’re so huge,” she whispered, her eyes showing a hint of pain.

For a few seconds, I held her down so she wouldn’t move and her body could adjust to my girth and length. Her lips parted and her eyes closed as she got used to the feeling of me inside of her. Why had we waited so long for this, again? Honestly, I was struggling to remember. But now, she was here, on top of me as her face contorted with pure pleasure, and it just all made so much sense.

Then I let her go and she began to move on top of me, riding me slowly at first. In the dim light, I could see the cream from her pussy all along my cock. Every time she slid up, it was like a new experience because of how tight and hot she felt. I remembered the missing ring, and wondered when the last time her ex- fiancé had fucked her like this. Well, his loss was my gain. I couldn’t help but grin to myself, possessive all of a sudden, as I leaned back and watched Mia ride me like a goddamn show pony.

Hell, she was more beautiful than my wildest dreams.

After a minute or two of just watching her in awe, I figured I’d better do my part too. I leaned forward, tugged down the front of her dress, and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She grabbed my head again, rocking her hips back and forth with a little more urgency.

I let my teeth drag across her sensitive skin, drawing a moan from her for my troubles.

Every inch of her tasted so good, so sweet, so addictive, and I began to thrust back up to meet her, burying myself deep in her pussy with every movement. We soon began to build up pace together, and the only sounds were our fevered breaths as we both got closer. I had been craving this since that first time outside the bar, and I was ready to find my release, but I sure as fuck wasn’t doing that until I’d felt her come too.

I slipped one arm around her waist, and then dipped the fingers of my other into her mouth. She sucked obediently and I couldn’t help my mind from straying to what else she might suck on later that night.

Later Jesse. Later.

I pulled my hand from her mouth, reached around, and pressed my fingers against her asshole. She groaned loudly and began to ride me harder as I slipped the tip of one finger inside of her, teasing her. I tilted my head up to watch her jaw tense and her eyes roll back as her body began to tremble against mine.

“Oh, my God, Jesse…” she gasped as she collapsed forward against me. Her breath came in desperate, ragged gasps as her orgasm hit her.

The sound of my name on her lips as she was climaxing was all I needed to push myself over the edge. I explode inside her clenching pussy. But for the first time in my life—there was no satisfaction.

My body was still needy, still desperate for her as if I hadn’t just climaxed at all.

She slowly slipped off of me. As I disposed of the condom, she shot a look in my direction, biting her lip. Her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes were bright, like she hoped that wasn’t all for the evening. “What now?” she asked.

I leaned over and catching her face in one hand, I pulled it toward me, capturing her sweet mouth in a fiery kiss. After that orgasm, the kiss should have been sweet, but I didn’t feel sweet. I felt like I wanted to open her legs and fuck her all over again. My cock hardened instantly as I moved away and zipped up my pants. I climbed out of the car and went around to her side of the car. I yanked open her door, lifted her out, and then threw her body ‒ while she kept giggling and protesting ‒ over my shoulder.

“If you think I’m done with you, you’ve got another thing coming,” I told her, as I started toward my house. “I’m giving you what you need and you’re not leaving here until you’re good and sore.”