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“Ah!”
“Be. Quick,” he breathes into my ear through gritted teeth, his hand still curled
around my neck beneath my chin. “We need to do this quick, Ana.” And he
increases the pressure of his fingers against my sex.
“Ah!” I feel the familiar build of pleasure, bunching deep and thick inside me.
“Come on, baby,” he rasps at my ear. “I want to hear you.”
I moan again, and I am all sensation, my eyes tightly closed. His voice at my
ear, his breath on my neck, pleasure radiating out from where his fingers
tease my body and where he slams deep inside me—
and I am lost. My body takes control, cra一ving release.
“Yes,” Christian hisses in my ear and I open my eyes briefly, staring wildly at
the cloth roof of the R8, and I scrunch them closed again as I come around
him.
“Oh, Ana,” he murmurs in wonder, and he wraps his arms around me and
rams into me one last time and stills as he climaxes deep inside. He runs his
nose along my jaw and softly kisses my throat, my cheek, my temple as a lie
on him, my head lolling against his neck.
“Tension relieved, Mrs. Grey?” Christian closes his teeth around my earlobe
again and tugs. My body is drained, totally exhausted, and I mewl. I feel his
smile against me.
“Certainly helped with mine,” he adds, shifting me off him. “Lost your voice?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Well aren’t you the wanton creature? I had no idea you were such an
exhibitionist.”
I sit up immediately, alarmed. He tenses. “No one’s watching are they?” I
glance anxiously around the car lot.
“Do you think I’d let anyone watch my wife come?” He strokes his hand down
my back reassuringly, but the tone of his voice sends shivers down my spine.
I turn to gaze at him and grin impishly.
“Car sex!” I exclaim.
He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let’s head back. I’ll
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