Declan + Coraline
control myself.
    Shifting upwards, my breasts pushed up against his face and he tenderly kissed each of them. I positioned myself above him and smiled as I allowed the head of his cock to part my wet folds.
    “Stop teasing me,” he demanded.
    “I like teasing you.” I kissed his nose as I rubbed myself on top of him.
    “Coraline.”
    “Yes?” I asked as I slowly lowered myself onto him.
    “Goddamn it,” he hissed as he grabbed my waist and thrust upwards and into me.
    “Fuck.” I gasped as my mouth fell open and a wave of pleasure rushed through me. I couldn’t stop myself. My hands went to his shoulders and I began to bounce and rock against him. He held onto my waist and thrust into me, matching each one of my movements.
    There was such little space in the car in that I had to rest my head against his. His green eyes never drifted away from mine, and I enjoyed myself as I rode him.
    I closed my eyes. I couldn’t…
    “N…No,” he said breathing heavily. “Don’t look away from me, Coraline, please.”
    It was like my body did whatever he wanted…my eyes opened and I watched him as the pleasure continued to build up. Climax wasn’t far off, and as we lost ourselves in each other, I couldn’t help but think that he was the sexy one.
    “So…t…tight,” he groaned, as his grip on me tightened.
    My hands went to his bare chest as I braced myself, and I relished in the feel of his hard muscles under my fingers.
    “Faster,” I said, more to myself than to him as I rose and fell on top of him.
    The sound of skin against skin and our moaning blended into one, as the smell of sex filled the car with every thrust.
    So good! It was the only thing running through my mind over and over again.
    “Harder.” I bit my lip as he pushed me up against the steering wheel. The horn blared, but neither of us noticed as we fucked each other.
    “Declan!” I cried out. My hands reached upwards as I braced myself against the roof of his car, while my eyes rolled back into my head as I came.
    He placed his head on my stomach, and a series of curses and grunts fell from his lips as he thrust deeper.
    “Fuck, Cora. Ah!” he managed to say as he found his release as well.
    Neither of us said anything as we collapsed onto each other. He refused to let me go, and truthfully, I didn’t want him to.
    All that talk about not wanting to be another one of the women he just screwed and I’d only manage to last three days before I fucked him in his car.
    So classy, Coraline, at the end of the day, it seems that you really aren’t any different after all.

DECLAN
    We drove back to the church in silence and I tried to not be distracted by the fact that I had ruined her shirt. She had to fold her hands over her chest to keep it closed. But I didn’t want her to. I needed to see her skin again. I wanted to run my tongue over it. I needed more. I had never wanted more.
    I should have wanted her to leave and to never have to talk about this again, but that was the last thing I wanted. I hated car sex…I preferred to dominate my women and I couldn’t have her the way I wanted…the way I needed.
    She was amazing though. Did she enjoy it too? What was I thinking, I was sure she did. But what if she didn’t? My eyes drifted to her again and my heart started to beat faster. I forced myself to look away.
    What the hell was wrong with me?
    “Thanks.” It was all she said when we reached the church. The parking lot was now completely empty, though she still glanced around, as she held her shirt closed, to make sure no one was around. Reaching behind me I grabbed my coat and handed it to her.
    “No, it’s okay—”
    “Take it, Coraline, just in case.”
    She nodded it and I shivered when her hand brushed against mine as she took it from me. She slipped it on and stepped out of the car.
    We couldn’t just end like this.
    I got out of the car and called after her. “Coraline!”
    She stopped without turning around.
    “Coraline!” I

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