Chapter 173
Chapter 173
Already deep enough to hit her G-spot, that sudden thrust made Rebecca feel like her entire body was coming apart from that one point, melting into nothing.
"Asshole! I told you not to rush!"
Rebecca pounded his back in mortified frustration, though only she knew that in that instant, pain had collided with the most extreme pleasure.
"Shh."
Everard quickly hushed her. "There's someone outside."
At his words, Rebecca's whole body tensed, her slick, tight walls clenching hard.
"Ugh!"
Everard groaned at the grip, gritting his teeth to keep himself from losing it right then and there.
"Shh!"
Hearing him cry out, Rebecca quickly silenced him.
Everard let out a muffled laugh. He slowly withdrew halfway, and just as Rebecca was straining to listen for any sounds outside the car, he thrust hard.
"Everard, you're shameless!"
With that thrust, Everard went at it in earnest, their joined bodies making wet, sticky sounds.
Pinned against the passenger seat, Rebecca could only clutch his hair, calling his name with growing passion as his assault intensified.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, taut to the point of nearly cramping.
"Everard."
"Baby, you're so responsive."
"I can't—I can't take it anymore."
The fierce pounding nearly shattered her body. Something like an energy core formed in her lower belly, building and building until it exploded, leaving her mind completely blank.
Just as she reached climax, a voice suddenly came from outside the car window—a little boy, asking in a sweet, childish tone,
"Mommy, why is this car shaking so much?"
"There might be people inside."
"Mommy, why are they staying in a dark car? Are they sleeping in there?"
"Maybe the car broke down and they're fixing it."
Rebecca heard every word, mortified enough to want to jump out of the car.
Thank God whoever was outside couldn't see anything. Otherwise, with Everard sprawled on top of her, their most intimate parts still joined—if anyone saw them like this, she really would want to die.
"Everard, how desperate are you?"
"Rebecca, you're the one who seduced me."
Those words sounded oddly familiar to Rebecca.
By the time she remembered why, Everard had already silenced her with his mouth.
Every single time, he blamed her for seducing him!
Everard waited until the footsteps outside faded completely, then pulled her body around.
"Climb into the back."
"What?"
"We're doing it in the back."
Rebecca was stunned. "You're still not done?"
As soon as she asked, her eyes instinctively dropped to his still-erect member—that terrifyingly thick shaft!
She swallowed and licked her lips.
"Fine, we won't go to the back seat. We'll just do it here then."
Before she could protest, Everard had already wrapped an arm around her waist, settling himself in the passenger seat and positioning her on his lap with her back to him.
"Wait, wait!"
Rebecca was genuinely terrified of this position. Facing him was already almost too much—this was even worse.
Everard ignored her protests, gripping her slender waist with both hands and lifting her body.
"Ah! The back seat, let's go to the back seat!"
Rebecca cried out frantically, but Everard punished her by pulling her hips down hard.
Her tight, narrow passage swallowed his thick length completely.
Rebecca's hands shot out to brace against his thighs, tears springing to the corners of her eyes from the impact.
"Too deep—no, not this position, please."
Given Everard's size, with her on top, she was taking in way too much. The fluid-slick head had pushed into her cervix, bringing both pain and tingling numbness.
"I told you to move to the back. You didn't listen. Now you don't get a choice. I'll make you feel good."
As he spoke, Everard bent her legs back, her feet braced against the seat, removing any support so her full weight pressed downward.
Rebecca desperately tried to support herself with her hands on his thighs.
But then Everard grabbed both her hands and pinned them behind her back.
"No! Don't!"
Rebecca cried out twice before biting her own lip, her face twisting in agonized pleasure.
But she knew perfectly well—if it were pure torture, that would be one thing. But here she was, saying 'no,' saying 'it's too much,' saying 'too deep,' while deep down she wanted him to go harder, to push deeper.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Everard's powerful thrusts made Rebecca cry out again and again, her voice eventually breaking into fragmented sobs.
He gripped her waist tight, his lips against her back, murmuring that he loved her.
The passionate, desperate intimacy finally ebbed with the last wave.
Rebecca was covered in sweat, the car's AC doing nothing to relieve her heat and exhaustion.
He mercifully released her hands, letting her brace herself on his thighs as she gasped for breath. The aftershocks hadn't faded yet—her walls still pulsing around him.
Everard kissed her spine, voice rough as he said,
"I want you to throw caution to the wind and make love to me."
Rebecca was still dazed when she heard him. When his words registered, she was stunned!
She turned and grabbed his face.
"Could you possibly be any more shameless!"
"Trust me. You can."
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It was a long night.
She and Everard gave themselves to each other completely, body and soul, making everything about their future feel certain and full of hope.
At the finals of the Polaris Award piano competition, Rebecca's performance won over the judges. Through music, she and Gerry had a face-to-face conversation.
Through Rebecca's playing, Gerry seemed to witness firsthand her five years of struggle, and also see that her original love for piano had never changed.
Gerry won the Polaris Award championship trophy. Rebecca took second place. She felt a twinge of regret, but she was genuinely happy for Gerry.
During the interview, Gerry asked her on camera,
"You once promised we'd hold a piano duet concert together. Will you still keep that promise?"
Rebecca burst into tears on the spot and nodded vigorously.
This legendary reconciliation became a celebrated story in the music world.
Shortly after, the Whitaker family elders attended Rebecca and Gerry's recital at Everard's arrangement.
Not long after that, the two of them—hand in hand and with Oliver—returned to the Whitaker family for dinner.
Everard held Rebecca's hand as they walked through the grounds of the Whitaker manor. Looking at Rebecca, he felt that meeting her had been more than lucky enough.