Page 45 of Charmed By the Next-Door Neighbor
He slaps my ass again and I nearly come right there.
I feel alive. More alive than I've ever felt. My body is singing, every nerve ending on fire, and I'm so glad no cars have passed by because I'm being so loud and I don't care.
"You feel so good," Nash grunts, his pace becoming erratic. "So fucking tight. I'm not going to last."
"Don't stop," I plead.
"Claire, I have to… I'm going to come—"
Something in my brain short-circuits. Some primal, insane part of me takes over.
"Inside," I gasp. "Come inside me."
He makes a choking sound. "Claire—"
"Please. I want to feel it. Want you to fill me up. Mark me. Make me yours."
I hear him gulp. Hear the harsh intake of his breath. And then he doesn't ask if I'm sure. He just fucks me. Harder than before. Faster. So hard the car is rocking and our bodies are making sounds louder than the rain outside.
One hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise. The other slides around to find my clit and I detonate. The orgasm hits me like a freight train. My whole body seizes, clenching around him, and I'm screaming his name and I can't stop.
And then I feel it. The first pulse of him coming. The heat flooding inside me. But he doesn't stop. He keeps thrusting, keeps coming, and I feel a second pulse. Then a third.
Three massive loads pumping into me and it triggers another orgasm before the first one has even finished.
I can't see. Can't hear anything except the roaring in my ears.
Saliva is trickling from the corner of my mouth onto the seat. My eyes roll back. My whole body is twitching and shaking and I think I might actually pass out.
"That's it," Nash is saying, his voice hoarse. "Take it all. Every fucking drop."
I couldn't move if I wanted to. My body has turned to liquid, completely boneless, held up only by his hands and his cock still buried deep inside me.
Finally, finally, he stills.
We're both gasping for breath, trembling, and I can feel him slowly softening inside me. Can feel his cum starting to leak out around his cock, dripping down my thighs.
I should be embarrassed.
I'm not.
I feel claimed. Owned. His.
Nash pulls out slowly and I whimper at the loss. More of his release spills out and I feel it running down my legs.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Claire, look at you."
I can't look at anything. Can barely lift my head. Strong hands turn me over gently, and then he's pulling me into his lap, cradling me against his chest.
All our clothes are scattered somewhere in the car. I'm covered in sweat and cum and I've never felt more satisfied in my life.
"You okay?" he asks quietly, his hand stroking my hair.
I laugh. It comes out breathless and slightly hysterical. "I think you broke me."
"Good broken or bad broken?"
"The best broken."
