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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

“You’re so… fucking… tight,” I grit out. If I thought his throat had me in a vice grip, it’s got nothing on the way his ass is strangling my cock. He alternates between rocking his hips back and forth, grinding on me, and bouncing up and down. My car’s an SUV, but it isn’t exactly built for two grown men to fuck in the driver’s seat, but he ain’t letting that stop him. One of his hands lays flat on the roof of the car as he rides me with precision, taking what he needs from me.

His fucking body was made for mine. I could have every single inch of him plastered to my body, and I’d still ache to have him closer. There will never be too much of him. I want to fucking own every part of him. Devour all of him and never let him go. He’s mine.

The sight of him drunk on lust is fucking breathtaking. His hair is sweat-slick and disheveled, eyes so heavy, they can barely stay open, and his jaw hangs slack as he works himself closer to his release—and mine. I can do nothing but lie back and enjoy the ride.

“Fuck, Stone,” he pants breathlessly. “I’m close… so fucking close.” He’s ripping at the seams, and I’m right there behind him. My hands hold on to his hips as I meet his thrusts. I watch as his hand snakes down to wrap around his cock. He’s right on the edge, and I can’t wait to shove him over it.

In the distance, the sky brightens with bolts of lightning seconds before thunder roars. All of the sudden, rain pours, beating down on the windows as he continues to ride my cock.

“That’s right, Bambi. Come for me,” I groan, increasing my speed, my own release trying to make itself known. A long, low moan comes from his chest as his head throws back and his cock explodes. Thick ropes of cum pelt my chest and chin as he fucks me through ecstasy.

As if his release was my trigger, my balls tighten up, an icy hot wave racing through me. My head rests on the seat as my release seizes my body, thundering through me until I’m emptying every last drop inside his hot, tight hole.

He stops grinding on my lap as he reaches down, swiping his tongue over my chin, gathering his cum that landed there before bringing his mouth to mine. My hands automatically go to the back of his head, fingers weaving through his thick hair and tugging on the strands. His tongue dives into my mouth, sharing his release with me, and I can’t help the groan that comes. Licking and tasting his cum off his tongue is enough to make me bust all over again.