Victoria knew James well enough to predict his reaction. Of course, he would refuse her. He was principled, respectable, and always mindful of propriety. It was part of what made her love him so deeply. However, sometimes love needed a little madness, a bit of risk, a jolt of something wild to keep the fire blazing and if James couldn't give that to their relationship on his own, she'd pull it out of him herself.
She straddled him before he could think, before he could give her one of his long-winded moral objections. Her hands moved with speed and familiarity, fingers unfastening his jeans and dipping inside. James's breath caught, and before he could utter a protest, she had pulled him free, soft but thick with promise. Then, without so much as a warning, she sank down onto him, her soaking heat swallowing him whole.
His face contorted into pure disbelief.
"Tori!" he hissed, his voice a harsh whisper of scandal and arousal. His eyes darted to the front of the vehicle. Davidson was driving. Yes, the privacy divider was up, but it was not completely soundproof.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Without informing him of the car's soundproofing remodeling, Victoria smirked at his shock, at the furious red climbing his neck, and leaned in to kiss his parted lips. "Pour your anger into me," she whispered against his cheek, her lips brushing his skin like a sinful secret.
James groaned a sound mixed with frustration and reluctant hunger. He tried to hold onto his morals, tried to remind himself that they were in a moving vehicle and Davidson, a middle-aged man who worked diligently for her, was mere feet away. But then she rolled her hips.
The sensation of her tight, wet heat around him was all it took.
Her pussy was so warm, so slick, so eager that he felt his cock stiffen instantly, stretching her open inch by inch. She moaned at the familiar stretch, the delicious fullness. "Punish me, James," she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Punish me for being so naughty."
He buried his face in his hands. "You are crazy. You are absolutely insane," he muttered, but the way his hands trembled, the way his cock hardened inside her, betrayed the truth.
She was making him insane, and he wanted it. Needed it.
"Come here," he growled, abandoning his resistance as he crushed her mouth beneath his. Their kiss was furious, wild, her lips parted to welcome his tongue, and he sucked on her chin with raw hunger. She gasped as a gush of wetness flooded between them, her thighs quivering around his hips.
His lips didn't stop. They descended to her neck, to her shoulders, trailing fire in the form of hickeys and love bites, each mark a reminder of his surrender to her madness. She arched her back and whimpered his name, grinding harder.
James grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh to guide her rhythm. She rode him like she owned him because in that moment, she did. He watched her fall apart on top of him, pupils dilated, mouth open in ecstasy.
"Damn, Tori," he groaned, the rawness in his voice vibrating through her core. "Just how wet can you get? I'm melting and drowning in you at the same time."
Victoria's only response was a loud moan, her head tilting back as another gush drenched his cock. She clenched and fluttered around him, tighter with every movement, and her breathing turned erratic.
"Look, James," she panted. "I can take all of you in now."
His eyes dropped to where their bodies joined. It was true. Before, she had only taken half of him. Now, she had molded herself perfectly to him, his entire length buried in her dripping heat.
"Fuck," she whimpered. "I'm about to cum."
She pulled off him in time, barely, her thighs shaking as her climax erupted. Her orgasm spilled hot and messy over the back of the passenger seat, painting it with her release. She collapsed beside him, her chest heaving.
Then she looked up at him and spread her legs wide.
"Your turn. Hurry. We don't have much time."
James didn't need another word.
He pushed her thighs farther apart and reentered her in one swift thrust. The wetness made him groan loud, uncontrolled. His strokes were deep and perfect, relentless but measured, driving into her like he was chasing salvation. Her head rolled side to side, her moans raw, guttural, unfiltered.
"James," she sobbed, tears welling in her eyes. "You're fucking me so good. It's so good."
The tears in her eyes were not from pain but from sheer, overwhelming pleasure. They fell freely, tracing down her cheeks to the love bites he had left on her collarbone.
James slowed, alarmed. The sight of her tears pierced his lust-induced mind gaining clarity "Tori? Are you okay? Did I...did I hurt you?" He began to pull out.
"No!" she cried, legs wrapping around his hips to keep him in place. "I'm not in pain. I'm crying because it feels too good."
Her voice was breathless, tear-soaked, unfiltered. "It's a psychological response. You're inside me and I don't know what to do with myself. I'm overwhelmed."
James exhaled, torn between guilt and elation. He had never seen her cry so it was novel. He looked down at her beautiful face, flushed, wet and ruined by pleasure. "You're sure?"
"Don't stop. Please, James," she whispered. "Don't stop."
That was all he needed. He drove back into her, hips slamming, thrusts perfect in depth and rhythm. Her body trembled, her moans rising higher, raw and animalistic.
"Oh uhm hnng. This pussy is yours, James. Fuck it deep. God, you're screwing me so good."
James bent to kiss her forehead, then her lips, then her tears.
"You feel good too, Tori. The best and I'm yours," he murmured into her skin.
His hips surged forward with one final thrust, and she felt the hot flood of his release inside her. The sensation of his cum against her sensitive walls triggered her again.
Victoria cried out, her body locking around him, her climax erupting like wildfire.
The back seat of the car was filled with the sound of their ragged moaning, the air heavy with lust, love, and the undeniable madness they created together.
They both hugged each other afterward damp and breathless, panting in the afterglow from the laborious activity, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their connection. The privacy divider had provided them with the perfect sanctuary for their passionate moment, and James thought that was the end of their intimate interlude as they worked to compose themselves.
But it seemed he had severely underestimated just how mischievous Victoria could be when she set her mind to something.
"James," she called softly, her voice carrying a tone that immediately put him on alert. She leaned closer to his ear, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered words that sent shockwaves through his entire system: "Give me a child, James."
Every fiber of his being stilled. His muscles tensed going rigid as her words struck him with a bolt of electricity. His breath hitched audibly in the confined space of the car. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes wide with disbelief and uncertainty. "What did you just say?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Victoria repeated her words with deliberate clarity, meeting his stunned gaze without flinching. "I said I want a baby."
James stared blankly at her, his mind completely inaccessible as his thought processes ground to a complete halt. The magnitude of what she was suggesting seemed to have short-circuited his ability to form coherent responses.
"Oh..." he said, nodding his head mechanically to something he still did not understand or couldn't quite process. His brain felt like it was moving through thick fog.
"Uh..." He remained speechless, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water as he struggled to find words that seemed to have completely abandoned him.