Page 126 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

She sucks in a breath and holds it as I drive into her, her pussy clenching around my cock in a way that almost pulls a groan out of my chest.

“God, I hate this,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “But yessss.”

The sound drags as I move, her head falling back, her body giving despite everything she’s been saying.

Everything about this is wrong.

The place.

The timing.

The way nothing about this is thought through.

And that’s what makes it scorching. Consuming. Intense.

“You hate this?” I pull back just enough before pushing in again, the words rough against my throat.

“Yesssssss.”

“Yes?” I take her clit between my fingers, holding still as I find a pace.

“Yes.” She nods, bracing herself, her hands gripping for support, caught between holding on and letting go completely.

I don’t slow down.

I drive into her like I’m trying to erase the distance, the words, the damage… everything.

The van moves under us. Subtle at first.

Then harder.

The frame taking it, rocking with every movement like it’s caught in the same rhythm we are.

Her hands slip, then find purchase again, gripping, her body giving, reacting, and breaking apart under it.

“Robert…!” My name tears out of her, bouncing off metal and glass, trapped.

My pace turns reckless.

Faster.

Deeper.

Like we’re both trying to outrun something that’s already caught fire.

And it spreads like wildfire.

Through her first.

I feel it in the way her pussy contracts around me, the way she jerks, the way her head falls to the side as the sound rips out of her again, dragging everything with it.

In the way her hips move, meeting me halfway, like she can’t stop herself, like she doesn’t want to. Words fall from her lips, broken, unintelligible, swallowed by the moment.

I drive deeper, holding still and that sends her over the edge.

Her mouth flies open, a moan caught somewhere between breath and release, her body trembling, unraveling completely as the sensation takes over.

Everything is too much.