Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 100

“Kiss me again,” she whispers, and all I hear is the need in her voice. It lights a fire in my soul. “Kiss

me.” Her voice is husky and insistent. Retrieving my BlackBerry from its cradle, I hang up and toss it on

the seat, next to her feet. I weave my fingers through her hair, holding her in place while my lips find

hers and my tongue finds hers. She welcomes it, her tongue caressing mine and kissing me back with

an intensity that steals my breath away. She clutches my face, her fingers skimming over stubble as

she takes all I have to offer.

I groan. And my body responds. All the adrenaline heading south.

Fuck. I want her.

I move my hand down her body, feeling her, brushing her breast, her waist, and landing on her

backside. She moves, sliding on top of my trapped dick. “Ah!” I pull away, panting.

“What?” she says against my lips.

“Ana, we’re in a car lot in Seattle.”

“So?”

“Well, right now I want to fuck you, and you’re shifting around on me; it’s uncomfortable.”

“Fuck me, then.” She kisses the corner of my mouth, as her words take me by surprise. I stare into her

dark, dark eyes that are nearly all pupil. All lust. All need.

“Here?” I breathe, shocked.

“Yes. I want you. Now.”

I can’t believe she’s said that. “Mrs. Grey, how very brazen.” I scan our environs. We’re well hidden.

There’s no one here. We won’t be seen. We can do this. My hunger for her goes into overdrive. I

tighten my grip on her hair, holding her where I want her, and kiss her again. Harder. Deeper. Taking.

Taking. More and more.

My other hand skims again down her body to her thigh.

She grips my hair.

“I’m so glad you’re wearing a skirt.” My hand travels up her thigh. She wriggles on top of me.

Ah!

“Keep still,” I grunt, tightening my grasp on her hair at the nape.

She’s going to unman me.

I cup her through her lace panties; they’re damp already.

Oh, baby.

With my thumb, I circle her clitoris, once, twice, and she groans, her body quivering at my touch. “Still,”

I whisper, and capture her lips with mine while my thumb teases the swollen bud beneath the dewy

lace. I move the material aside and sink two fingers inside her.

She groans and tips her hips toward my hand in greeting.

Oh, my greedy girl.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Oh. You’re so ready,” I murmur in appreciation, and slowly slide my fingers in. And out. And in. And

out. And in. “Do car chases turn you on?”

“You turn me on.”

Her words feed my hunger, and I withdraw my hand and slide my arm beneath her knees and lift her so

she’s fully on my lap, facing the windshield.

She gasps. But she starts grinding down on me.

I groan. “Place your legs either side of mine,” I order, and run my hands down her outer thighs, then

back up, yanking her skirt out of the way. “Hands on my knees, baby. Lean forward, lift that glorious ass

in the air. Mind your head.” She raises her beautiful behind and I unzip my jeans, freeing my heavy

cock. Putting one arm around her waist, with my other hand I tug her panties sideways and, lifting my

hips, force her down and thrust balls-deep inside her in one swift move.

My breath whistles through my lips. Yes!

“Ah,” Ana cries out for anyone to hear, and she grinds down on me.

I groan, teeth clenched. She feels out of this world. I grasp her jaw and lean her back against me and

angle her head so I can kiss her throat. Grabbing her hip with my other hand to keep her steady, I

move into her, and I’m in deep. She pushes up and starts to ride me. Hard. Fast. Frantic.

Ah… I bite down on her earlobe.

She moans and moves and together we set a heady, desperate pace.

Her rising and falling. Me, bucking into her.

I move my fingers to her clitoris and start to tease her through her panties.

Ana makes a garbled cry, and the sound does nothing for my restraint.

Shit. I’m going to come. “Be. Quick,” I rasp in her ear. “We need to do this quick, Ana.” NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Sweat beads on my brow, and I increase the pressure on her clitoris, circling around and around with

my fingers.

“Oh,” Ana cries.

“Come on, baby. I want to hear you.”

We move. And move. And then I feel her. Building. Ready.

Oh, thank God. I slam into her once more and she tips her head back on my shoulder so she’s facing

the roof of the car.

“Yes!” I grind out between my teeth and she comes. Loudly.

“Oh, Ana.” I wrap her in my arms and climax deep inside her.

When I return to reality, my head is bent against hers, and she’s limp on top of me. I run my nose along

her jaw and kiss her throat, her cheek, and her temple. “Tension relieved, Mrs. Grey?” I tug her earlobe.

She whimpers, in a good way, and I smile. That’s a great sound. “Certainly helped with mine,” I

murmur, and shift her forward, withdrawing from her. “Lost your voice?”

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