Capture the Moment (Moments #1)

48. Cleo

forty-eight

Cleo

I’ve never jumped into someone’s arms so fast in my life, hot chocolate be damned.

Blake must’ve sensed the jump before it’d happened because he quickly grabbed both of our drinks and sat them down before I barreled into his arms.

“So, is that a yes?” the smartass asks, his voice muffled by my hair as I giggle

I freaking giggled! That’s how excited I am to be his girlfriend. I feel like I’m at freaking WonderWorld watching their signature fireworks show in front of the pink WonderWorld castle.

“Of course it’s a yes!” I beam, kissing him with all the joy in the world.

The idea of Blake and I being together has crossed my mind more than I can count over the course of the past month, especially after all that he’s been doing to get my sex tape taken down. Hell, he’d done such a good job at keeping me distracted from it that I'd nearly forgotten about it all until I got back home.

Dad and I had a very short conversation about it and he’d explained that he wasn’t disappointed in the fact that it was posted, but more so the fact that I allowed myself to be recorded in such an intimate way—which is understandable.

I felt the exact same way .

Blake sets me back on the ground with the largest grin I’ve ever seen as he wraps an arm around my shoulder.

“So girlfriend , what is it that you want to do for the rest of the day?”

“I have quite a few ideas, boyfriend. ”

And just like that, we find ourselves in the driveway of my dad’s house, making out with each other like that one Wonder cartoon from the early 2000s.

I climb across the center console onto Blake’s lap for easier access, and since he owns a Jeep, the center is practically nonexistent. Blake smirks at me, pushing my hips down onto his hard erection, and I whimper as my sensitive heat comes in contact with his hardening dick.

“Fucking hell, Wilder,” I mumble as he rocks my hips against him, pushing me harder into him.

“Say that shit again,” He growls, tightening his already tight grip on my hips.

“Say what?” I kiss the shell of his ear softly, working my way down his neck.

Blake groans as my touch lingers along the most sensitive part of his neck and I lick it just to toy with him a little longer.

“Fuck, Princess.” He curses, lifting my hips off his waist, pulling down his pants and boxers. Blake's dick jumps in all its glory as soon as it’s released from his underwear.

My eyes gleam at the sight of him as he gives himself a few strokes before reaching into his glove compartment, and pulling out a condom.

I don’t waste any time as I pull my panties to the side, my skirt giving me quick access to the flimsy material.

“We have to be quick…” my voice is breathy as Blake pulls me in for a searing kiss, he’s smiling as he pulls away, looking me square in the eyes.

“Baby, I can cum just from the sight of you, my job is to make sure you finish.”

He’s quick like a cheetah, adjusting me directly over him and I clench around his length almost immediately as he slowly sinks me down on him.

We breathe each other in, allowing me to adjust to his thick length. Blake eyes me for a moment and once he sees that I’m okay, he goes to work, thrusting up into me.

He fucks me like he never wants to lose me, he grips me tightly, holding my body into his as he works himself into me.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cry out as he pulls my hair back, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling as he drills into my aching pussy .

I’m thanking every deity in the world that my parents aren’t home because there’s no saving us from this one.

And let’s face it.

I don’t want to be saved.

“That’s it, Princess. Say it,” he growls as his thrusts grow rapid, and I’m a screaming mess as he pounds without pause.

“Fuck me!” I scream.

Blake’s muscles tense and I’m meeting the same fate as him soon enough as he pumps deeper and deeper. He’s so deep, I can feel him in my stomach as he hits the one spot that’s been begging to be fucked.

Blake fucks my g-spot until I see stars and soon enough, I’m a quivering mess as I fall into my own release. My head falls into the crook of his now sweaty neck and I sigh, trying to regain my breathing.

“You okay?” He asks, concern mixed with smugness as he rubs circles on my back.

“Fucking amazing. Want to go again?” I pop my head up to look at him.

Blake rests his head back, laughing at my eager expression just as a knock on the foggy tinted window startles the both of us.

“Is that—”

“I know damn well y’all aint fucking in my parents’ driveway.”