Instead, the bastard pulls out.

“No,” I cry, my face smashed against the seat. “Why are you like this?”

I hear a low chuckle, but he doesn’t torture me for too long. He unzips my dress, then says, “On your back.”

My body is so taut with need, I’m surprised my muscles even work, but I manage to roll onto my back and look up at him miserably.

Lee smiles, reaching down to give my cheek a sympathetic rub. “Your pussy needs me that bad, hm?”

I’m in no position to fuss over his arrogance. “Really, really bad. If you pull out before I finish again, it might revolt.”

He smirks. “Take your dress off. I want to see all of you.”

The fabric is already loose around my body since he unzipped it. It’s easy to tug off, but I don’t know where to put it. It’s such a lovely gown, I feel bad when he grabs it and tosses it, and it pools on the limo floor by the bar.

“That’s definitely going to wrinkle,” I murmur.

His hard, muscled length comes down on top of me, making it a little hard to focus on tomorrow’s dry cleaning.

He’s still wearing his expensive, snowy white dress shirt, but he must have peeled off his tuxedo jacket when I was on all fours. I want him to take it off so we’re lying skin against skin, but he doesn’t take the time to finish undressing. He reaches down and guides his cock back into me, and this is even better, because now I can look into his eyes as he fills me. When he lodges himself all the way inside me, he leans down and kisses me.

My lips mold beneath his and my arms wind around his neck so I can keep him close. His hips begin to rock as he moves inside me, slow for the first few pumps, but his control slips and he starts to ram into me harder. I’m not the only one who didn’t get to come yet, after all.

Being possessed by him is the greatest feeling in the world, and this time when he has me panting, crying out, and writhing against the seat, he doesn’t stop. He chases me right over the precipice. My pussy clenches tightly around his cock as I cry out, and with a low groan, he follows me over the edge.

Once he’s spent inside me, he collapses on top of me. We’re both breathing hard, our skin slick with perspiration. He lays his head on my chest, and my whole heart wraps around him.

If he hurts me now, he’ll have to break through it like a cocoon. Stupid heart. It won’t even fit anyone but him anymore.

Like it ever did.