Walk Of Shame(94)

Her words set me off and before she can register what I’m doing, I have her back pressed against the hood of the car and her pants in my hands, yanking them down her legs. Kissing the inside of her thigh, I pull her boots off and toss them, before tossing her tight little jeans next to them.

I spread her legs further and kiss my way up to her stomach while reaching for her white tank top. “Fuck, Onyx.” I love the way she looks laying across the hood of a car. I nibble my lip ring while pulling her shirt above her head and reaching behind her to release her bra. I take a few seconds to admire her body before gripping her thong in my hand and pulling her body into mine. Nothing is standing in the way of being inside her now but my jeans and her tiny lace thong. It’s exactly like it was when we first fell in love. It’s just too bad she never knew it.

Twisting her panties in my hand, I rip them off, the white lace coming untied with little effort. Onyx lets out a moan and arches her back as I lace one arm beneath her and bite down into her shoulder. “Oh God, Hemy,” she pants. “Hurry up and get those jeans off.”

Smiling against her neck, I work on taking off my jeans with one hand, while reaching down with my other to rub circles over her swollen clit. “Mmm . . . you’re so wet for me, baby.” I slide my jeans down my legs and let them drop, before spinning Onyx around and slamming her down onto the hood, grabbing the back of her hair.

“Spread your legs, baby.” I lean down next to her ear and growl as she bites my arm. “Show me how bad you’ve missed me inside you.”

She bites me harder, causing me to squeeze her left ass cheek before slapping it. She cries out with pleasure as I slap it one more time before gripping her ass with both hands and spreading her cheeks. “It’s so damn beautiful,” I whisper, while running a finger up her slick folds. “Hold on, baby. I’m about to take you for a ride.”

Gripping my cock, I align it with her opening, rubbing the head of it over her slickness, teasing her with my piercings before shoving it deep inside with a moan. Holding onto her hips, I pound into her hard and fast, causing her to grab onto the hood and scream. The faster I go, the more she begs for me to go harder.

Grinding my hips, I yank her hair back with one hand, pushing hard and deep. I want her to still be able to feel me inside her after we’re through. I want her to know she’s mine and mine alone. I may have shared her once, but that’ll never happen again.

She sticks her ass up higher, gripping onto my hand as I thrust into her. I’m already as deep as I can go and she still wants me deeper. We never could get enough of each other, even when it hurt her.

A few thrusts later, I feel her clenching around my cock, so I give her one hard thrust before yanking her neck to the side and pressing my lips against hers, right as she moans out. I wait for her to stop shaking before I pull out and spin her around to face me.

I crush my lips back against hers, both of us breathing heavy, as I pick her up and walk until we’re pressed against the wall in our favorite corner. It was where we went to fuck when Mitch’s ass wouldn’t leave for the night. Even though he could still hear us, it kept us hidden pretty well in the shadows. The risk of getting caught made it more of a rush.

Pulling away from her lips, I wrap my hand around her throat and push myself inside her, causing her to shake in my arms. “Remember this spot, baby?” I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and bite into as I start thrusting hard and fast, pushing her up the wall with each movement.

I reach down and grab her hands, binding them in one hand, and raising them above her head. Both of us are breathing heavy, me holding her hands above her head while holding her up with my opposite arm supporting her waist.

“Hemy!” She pulls back on my hair as I push into her one last time, feeling my orgasm build before I release myself deep inside her.

We stand here, me holding her and her holding onto me as we fight to catch our breath. Lowering her back to her feet, I tangle my fingers in her hair and press my forehead against hers. “I fucking love you,” I breathe out. “I love you so much that it hurts.”

Sucking in a breath of shock, she places both her hands on my chest and shoves me away. “Damn you, Hemy!” Rushing over to her clothes, she struggles to get dressed while muttering under her breath and holding back tears.

I don’t blame her for her reaction. I hurt her beyond words, and me dropping the L word like this was probably the last thing she expected . . . but I don’t give a shit. I love her and she needs to know, no matter how much she hates me. I missed my chance the first time. It won’t happen again. I’ll never lose her again because I couldn’t tell her how I felt.