Emory Campbell will do anything to protect and provide for his family, even if it means getting into an arranged marriage with a rich, entitled guy that he can't stand.
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Bachelor's hands slide up the back of my bare thighs, they're soft and rough at the same time, and they absolutely drive me wild.
I can feel the heavy pulse of his hard dick, settled right between the fat of my ass cheeks, sliding along as he presses kisses and licks along the column of my spine, my back arching even more as I push back against him. My hands press against the seat and the door, trying to keep my balance to keep myself propped up in the backseat of his car. It's a wonder that we can make this work, seeing how little space we have, but this isn't our first rodeo when it comes to backseat car sex—and by now we're professionals when it comes to this.
"Please, B..." I moan softly, feeling slicked up fingers sliding back inside of my already stretched out hole, but it makes me gasp nonetheless, feeling them prod against my prostate which makes my body spasm slightly from the pleasure of it. Bachelor's long, nimble fingers continue to tease me in the worst way possible, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, and I push back against them to let him know I want—no, I need—more. Much more.
"Watchu want, baby boy?" Bachelor's voice rings out through the interior of the car, low and husky and making even more desire pool into the pit of my stomach, tingles traveling up the column of my spine, and a soft moan escaping me. "You gotta tell me, Em."
"Want you..." I breathe, arching my back even deeper to better accentuate the swell of my ass, tightening around his prying fingers, "...inside me...now."
Bachelor chuckles, deep and rich like chocolate, and then he's pulling his fingers free and sliding a hand over my ass and to the small of my back. Thunder rumbles outside of the car, which is now parked down an alley, the very alley I just rescued Beckett from a couple of hours ago, as I hear the telltale sound of a condom wrapper being opened. A few agonizingly long second later, and I finally feel the blunt head of Bachelor's dick being placed at my entrance.
I close my eyes, legs quivering as Bachelor penetrates me, long, thick dick pushing its way inside of my tight heat—my velvety walls pulsing around every inch of his meat as he works himself deeper and deeper until I can feel the coarse, curly hairs at the base of his dick pressed against my ass.
