Hot Driver - S01 E59

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Hot Driver - S01 E59

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

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Duane’s Room – Night

Duane strode toward her before she could think, closing the distance in two quick steps and capturing her lips in a kiss that was nothing like the gentle ones from before — hungry, insistent, all the restraint he’d been holding onto finally giving way entirely.

He lifted her easily, carrying her toward the bed, the kiss deepening with every step, and laid her back against the sheets, following her down. He laid on top of her.

The kiss still persists, he fondled with her bôôbs, pinching and caressing the soft flesh of her n8pples, She moaned into the kiss.

breaths tangled.

saliva mixed.

tongue fûcked each others throat.

Then, he slid in, it wasn’t easy, she was too tight, he entered inch by inch till he filled her up and she broke the kiss.

“easy” She muttered between her breaths.

“I haven’t entered fully” He whispered and her mouth opened. it closed back, no word came.

He reconnect their lips, while pushing himself inside her more, till she took it all.

Her breaths seized, Duane noticed, he caressed her n8pples, a moan spilled from her throat.

He waited for her to adjust before moving slowly. Ivory felt pains, so much pains at first then…

the pleasure started sipping in. she let out a throaty moan.

“Duane…baby…oh yes…”

hearing that, Duane moved faster, deeper, banging her hard.

at each bangs: The bed shook.

her hair scattered.

her bôôbs bounced.

her body vibrated.

Duane continued, groaning as it got hotter and hotter ” damn..Ivy”

He increased his pace, slamming deep into her walls, earning mo@ns from her.

“ohh, OMG! Duane”

“baby….”

“deeper, oh gosh..”

“bury me, I wanna die”

“more baby… more of the cvck”

The rest of the night unfolded slowly, warmth and heat building between them until the world outside the room ceased to exist entirely, both of them lost completely in each other well past midnight, the quiet murmurs and soft sounds of the night the only witnesses to how thoroughly the walls between them had finally come down.

The Next Morning

Duane woke first, careful not to disturb Ivory where she lay curled deeply asleep, utterly wrung out from the night before — which, given everything he’d done to her, felt entirely fair. He did a lot of wonders to her last night and he expects her to oversleep.

He didn’t stop till she had cried, real tears begging him to stop. He glanced at her.

on her neck, a deep hickey sat.

He slipped down to the kitchen and set about making breakfast, the same easy confidence guiding his hands through the process, the smell of coffee and fresh food soon filling the house.

By the time he returned upstairs, she was awake, sitting up slowly, looking thoroughly exhausted, dark circles faint beneath her eyes, hair a soft, tangled mess.

She caught his eye and immediately flushed, a wave of embarrassment washing over her that she hadn’t expected to feel.

Without a word, she dragged herself out of bed and disappeared into his bathroom, emerging a while later freshly showered, only to find him still there, waiting, watching her with open appreciation.

Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, covering herself.

Duane’s mouth curved into a slow smile. “Let me see those cute babies,” he said, nodding toward her chest, voice low and teasing.

Ivory’s heart raced, face flushing deeper, but after a long moment, she let her arms drop.

He crossed to her, and rather than doing anything else, simply helped her dress — pulling clothes from the wardrobe she’d apparently already claimed a section of in his room, easing them onto her with careful, unhurried hands, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as he went.

When she was finally dressed, he swept her up without warning, carrying her toward the dining room while tickling her sides mercilessly, her legs kicking wildly in the air as she shrieked with laughter, all traces of morning embarrassment forgotten.

He set her down at the table, and her breath caught at the spread waiting for her — the same careful, elaborate breakfast from before, somehow even more thoughtfully arranged this time.

“This is too much,” she said, though she was already reaching for a fork, unable to hide her delight.

She ate with genuine, unrestrained appetite, making small, appreciative sounds between bites, glancing up at him more than once with something soft and unguarded in her expression.

“Everything,” she said finally, setting down her fork, “everything about this is perfect.”

Duane winked at her, and her heart did something complicated and unfamiliar in response, fluttering in a way she hadn’t let herself feel in years.

She’d sworn off exactly this. The softness. The vulnerability. The dangerous, creeping warmth of letting someone in.

She’d forgotten entirely, sitting there in the morning light, that she’d ever made that promise to herself at all. The walls she’d built brick by brick over seven long years were crumbling steadily, and she had no idea just how far gone she already was.