Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(106)

The tires screeched when I slammed on brakes, barely stopping before hitting the garage wall.

My near accident sent Ginger into a fit of giggles. “Driving while distracted is dangerous.”

I looked over at her and laughed. I climbed out of the truck and jogged around to her side. “Well, if not for some crazed sex vixen I wouldn’t have been so distracted.” I pulled her from the car, and pinned her to the side. I pressed into her, making sure she knew exactly how distracted she’d made me during the drive.

Our bodies close, her leg wrapped around mine, and her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me closer. Playful smile on her pouty, pink lips. I kissed her hard. Her lips parted, and she let out a soft moan. The house, mere steps away, but my aching cock couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching down, I unzipped my pants, freeing it from its confines. Our mouths continued their dance, her hands on either side of my face. She gave gentle suction on my tongue when I thrust it into her mouth. I groaned in response, nearly ready to blow my load from that alone.

Picking her up, I positioned my dick right at her opening before pulling her down onto me. She gasped from the intrusion. I gave zero fucks about the fact the garage door remained up and the light on. I needed her now. Ginger wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck, using me as leverage to move herself along my dick. My hands gripped her ass, keeping her pinned against the car in support of my upward thrusts into her warm, slick body.

“Oh god, yes! Harder! More. Give me more.”

I loved that she was so vocal, it fueled me. Pushed me to pleasure her more so I could hear her moan, and beg, and scream my name.

“You. Drive. Me. Fucking. Wild.” Each word was given with a powerful thrust.

Ginger’s nails dug into my shoulder, and her body contracted around mine, holding my cock in a vice grip when her orgasm hit. Her head fell back against the truck. Her loud, deep moan reverberated around the garage. I pulled her downward as I thrust up one last time, letting out my own heavy grunt when I came deep within her.

The garage light clicked off. Ginger rested her head against my shoulder, and I rested mine against the car door, both of us breathing heavily. The grip her legs had around my waist loosened, and I pulled out before lowering her to the floor. She looked up at me with a triumphant smile on her face.

After fixing my pants, I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. She yelped in surprise and again when I hit her across her ass. On the way in, I hit the button on the wall to close the garage door.

Inside, I sat her on the island counter. She grabbed my shirt when I tried to walk away.

“You need some water.”

“Nope, I jus’ need you.” Ginger wrapped her legs around my waist. “You said you’d take care of me.”

“Isn’t that what I just did outside?”

She ran her fingers down my chest and gave a playful pout. “Aww. For all your talk, that’s all you got?”

I smiled and slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the dress higher. “Is that a challenge?”

She bit down on the corner of her lip and gave a coy grin. “Maaaybe.”

I kept my eyes on her while moving my hands higher until they reached her naked pussy. Ginger’s lips parted, and her legs relaxed, opening wider to give me access. Using my thumb, I stroked her center, taking my time. She rocked her hips forward, her head dropped back. She was fucking beautiful. Watching her enjoy the pleasure I gave her, to watch her climax, was a sight I’d never tire of. We’d come a long way from her not wanting me to touch her, to her not getting enough of my hands on her.

Leaning forward, I placed soft kisses on her neck. Nipping and sucking on the supple flesh. Making slow circles on her clit with my thumb, I slipped two fingers inside her. I slid them in and out at a leisurely pace. Ginger rocked her hips in sync. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and a low moan escaped her lips. My other arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer. At the same time, I easily slid a third finger into her.

Her hips moved faster. She was close. I stopped my actions and stepped away.

“What?” she panted. “What the?” She grabbed for me, but I stepped just out of reach. “Fine. I’ll finish myself.”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I unbuckled my belt, pulling it off with quick ease. Taking her wrists, I secured them behind her back with it.

“Malcolm,” she whined, drawing out the syllables of my name. “Stop being mean.” She weakly struggled against her bonds. I hadn’t secured it that tight, and with a little more effort, she’d probably get free. If that’s what she really wanted.

“I’m not.” I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips as I reached behind her to unzip her dress. “You issued a challenge,” I said, tracing along her collarbone over to her shoulder. With an easy flick of my finger, the fabric fell from her shoulder, exposing one breast. Her harden nipple poked out from behind the black lace fabric of her bra. “I must answer that challenge.”

I did the same thing on the other side. The top of her dress pooled at her waist. The lower half remained high around her thighs, her legs remained open, exposing her glistening pussy. I licked my lips, fighting the urge to drop to my knees for a taste. She’d come quickly, and I didn’t want that. I swallowed hard, and ignored the painful pressure of the restrictive denim against my cock.

She looked at me, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and my eyes followed the movement of her breasts. “So, here I am. Legs spread, hands tied, yet all you’re doin’ is starin’. Not much of an answer if you ask me.”