WOOD POV
Turning the car around had been the greatest decision of my life.
The girl was perfect. An angel with a dirty soul and a tender little cunt just made for pounding.
Her breaths were shallow, her nervousness addictive. I was pulled by two opposing forces in equal measure, both the need to protect and cherish this delicate creature for all time, and the craving to tear her open wide.
“I’ll take it steady,” I assured her, but her body had other plans.
Her thighs dropped open in invitation, her hips tilted at the perfect angle to welcome me home. Brushing the head of my c**k against that glistening little slit was torture, balls tightening at the silky promise of what was waiting inside.
I slipped my tip between her p***y lips and braced myself for restraint.
“We should use some
