Another finger easily slides inside her. And then a third. If she’s going to take my cock, her cunt needs to be able to take more than three fingers. Slowly, I gently fuck her tight-as-sin hole, stretching her so she’ll accommodate my cock. I’m hung and her probably-virgin pussy needs working up to it.
I suck on her tit, my eyes still on hers. She bites on her split bottom lip, hooded gaze boring into me. My mouth isn’t gentle as I bruise her tits, but I’m careful with her pussy. I want it to feel good for her. I want to make her come before I even get the condom on my dick.
“That’s my girl,” I croon against her wet nipple. “Come all over my fingers.”
With each deep dive of my fingers, I rub my thumb over her clit. Her breaths come out sharp and fast until I don’t think she’s breathing at all.
“Ford!”
Sparrow. I’m Sparrow. Not fucking Ford.
Her slick juices run down over my fingers as her body spasms. She’s so fucking hot coming on my fingers. I can’t even begin to imagine what she’d look like stretched around my cock. She rides out her orgasm until she’s spent and boneless. I slip my fingers from her body. Grabbing onto her hips, I twist her around and press her chest against the steering wheel.
She’s quiet, aside from her heavy breathing, waiting for me to get us into position. I fumble with my jeans until I’ve pulled my cock out.
Condom.
I need a condom.
But I just want to feel her slick pussy against my flesh before I pull a rubber on.
Hooking my arm around her stomach, I pull her back into my lap. My cock slides between her thighs, rubbing at her wetness. We both groan at the sensation of how it feels. Her hips rock back and forth. Fuck, it feels amazing.
Her body angles forward, like she’s begging for me to penetrate her. I grip my cock and obey her. She cries out as my fat cock presses into her impossibly tight body.
“Oh my God,” she hisses.
We’re both drenched in sweat. This car sex is fucking annoying, but I want her too badly to figure out better arrangements. Pressing my palm on her lower stomach, I lift my hips. I can feel my cock inside her, pushing against my hand.
I fill her to the brim.
Stretch her to the max.
I manage a hard thrust that has her crying out when we hear it.
Ringing. Over and over.
Her whole body freezes, turning ice cold.
It’s her phone.
“Don’t answer it,” I mumble, biting her shoulder and then neck. “We’re busy.”
She moans when she reaches to grab it from the seat and I chase her ass with a hard thrust. I’m undeterred, picking up my pace, trying to remind myself to pull out since I skipped right over the condom like a dumbass.
“Ford, stop,” she hisses. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“It’s my dad!”
The ringing stops and then a text pops up.
Dad: Pick up your phone. I know you’re not at school.
It starts ringing again. She completely shuts down. Stares at the phone in shock, no longer present in our fucking. Jesus Christ.
Sliding her off my throbbing dick, I twist her toward me so I can hold her. Her skin, which was just hot and sweaty, feels cold to the touch.
“I have to answer. I have to answer. I have to answer.”
Her chants are almost robotic sounding.
“Don’t answer it,” I tell her firmly. “You can call him back.”
But, with each furious text and incessant call, she starts losing her shit. She scrambles away from me, hurrying to throw her clothes on as quickly as she can. I look like a horny douchebag with my wet dick practically crying to get back to fucking.
That’s not happening.
Ignoring the painful blue balls, I manage to put my dick back in my jeans while she does the one thing I told her not to.
She answers the damn phone.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Landry
“Oh, hey, Dad.”
Be calm. Be calm. Be freaking calm.
His silence may as well be screaming. I can feel the unspoken wrath battering against me like the force of a hurricane. What makes it worse is Ford is watching me, his face twisted in concern. I’m standing between two sides of my life, unsure what to do or how to behave. The fear of my father wins out and I attempt to smooth things over with him.
“This coffee shop on campus doesn’t have a good signal. I think you’re cutting out.”
“You’re not on campus,” Dad says, voice dripping with fury. “Are you?”
“I am,” I croak out. “Promise.”
Lies. And he knows. I don’t know how, but he does. It’s probably my phone. He’s a tech genius, so I bet he has a locator on my phone.
I’m so stupid.
“We’ll see. If you’re not waiting outside the front of that school by the time the driver pulls up, so help me Landry, there will be hell to pay.”
He hangs up on me. I stare at my phone in horror, shock rendering me immobile for a few long seconds. My ears ring loudly and my heart pounds out of control. It’s not until Ford squeezes my thigh do I realize he’s speaking to me.
“What are we doing, Laundry?”
“School,” I rasp out. “I have to get back to school or…”
He doesn’t wait for me to elaborate and fires up the engine. The trip here was terrible because he drives like a maniac, but right now I’m thankful because it means I might make Dad’s frightful deadline.
“Belt on,” Ford barks. “And tell me why the fuck I don’t stick around and beat his ass when we get back.”
Shuddering, I buckle my belt and shoot him a glare. “Don’t even joke about it. He’d bury you, Ford. It’s what he does.”
“Who’s in the mob family now?” he jokes, but it falls flat because neither of us are feeling very playful.
I close my eyes and gnaw on my bottom lip that’s still sore from this weekend. I’m all out of sorts. My nerves are eating me alive from the inside out. Parts of my body, though, still throb from Ford’s expert touch.
We had sex.
Well, we started to. It would have been better had we finished. For those few minutes, it felt so raw and real and ridiculously hot. I was someone else. Not Landry Croft. If I could have frozen the moment, I would absolutely have.
That’s not my reality, though.
This is. My reality is my father controlling my every move and punishing me the second I step out of line. The older I get, the harder it is to play by his rules. I don’t want to be here with that monster. I want to be far, far away with Della.
What would a life without pain and fear even look like?
“I don’t want to take you back to him,” Ford grumbles. “I want to take you back to my place. Keep you safe.”
I nearly burst into tears at the earnest, sweet way he says that. I’d love that. Then I could keep pretending we were in our own little world.
But where does that leave Della?
All alone with the monster.
“You can’t call me anymore, Chevy. Don’t text me or anything.” My bottom lip wobbles. “I’ll see you at school on Wednesday and later that day when you tutor Della. I can’t risk him knowing I have a…you. I don’t want him to know.”