His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 79: Olive's Pov

The cars went into the final lap, and teal was definitely ahead now by almost a full car length.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode. We were going to lose. I was going to lose a million dollars, and worse, I wasn't going to get to come.

"Please," I whimpered, bouncing on Zane's cock frantically. "Please, please, please—"

"Watch," he growled. "Just fucking watch."

Going into the final turn, red did something absolutely insane—cut hard to the inside, so close to the concrete wall that sparks flew from the side of the car, tires screaming in protest.

For a second I thought he'd crash, thought we'd definitely lost.

But then red shot forward with explosive speed, using the momentum from that dangerous angle to slingshot past teal with barely inches to spare.

"YES!" I screamed as red pulled ahead by maybe half a car length, the lead so fragile it could disappear in a heartbeat.

Zane's fingers worked my clit faster, harder, his cock drilling up into me with punishing strokes that had me seeing stars.

The final straightaway opened up before them.

Teal was gaining, pulling alongside red again, their cars nearly touching as they screamed toward the finish line at insane speeds.

"Come on, come on, come on," I chanted desperately, my entire body tensing, my pussy clenching around Zane's cock like a vice.

Twenty feet from the finish line, they were dead even.

Ten feet—

Red's driver did something crazy, cutting his wheel at the last possible second, forcing teal to back off or crash.

Five feet—

"NOW!" Zane roared. "Come for me NOW!"

Red crossed the finish line first by maybe six inches, and my orgasm detonated through me like a bomb going off, so intense I screamed loud enough that everyone in the underground must have heard me.

"FUCK, YES, OH GOD, ZANE!" I wailed, my entire body convulsing violently as pleasure ripped through every nerve, so overwhelming I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel as I came harder than I'd ever come in my entire life.

"That's it, baby, that's my good fucking girl," Zane groaned beneath me, his cock pulsing as he came too, filling me with hot spurts while I trembled and shook in his arms, still coming, the orgasm going on and on until I thought I might actually pass out.

My vision went white at the edges, my body going completely limp against him as aftershocks rolled through me in waves.

"Holy shit," I gasped when I could finally speak again, my voice completely wrecked. "Holy fucking shit."

"You just won a million dollars, Muffin," Zane breathed against my neck, his hands gentling on my hips, rubbing soothing circles. "And you came so goddamn beautifully I almost lost my mind."

I couldn't respond, could barely remember my own name. Just collapsed against his chest, my body absolutely destroyed in the best possible way, his cock still buried inside me, both of us covered in sweat.

Below us, the crowd was going absolutely insane, the announcer screaming about the closest finish in underground racing history.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trying to catch our breath, my heart still racing faster than the cars below.

"Best date ever?" Zane asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I laughed weakly, still trembling. "You're completely fucking insane."

"And you're a millionaire." He kissed my shoulder tenderly, the gentleness a stark contrast to how brutally he'd just fucked me. "What do you want to do with it?"

I turned my head to look at him, and something in his expression made my chest tighten painfully.

He was looking at me like I'd just given him something infinitely more valuable than money. Like watching me win, watching me fall apart on his cock, had been worth more than a million dollars.

Like I was worth more than anything.

"I don't know," I admitted breathlessly.

"Figure it out later," he said, and I felt him starting to harden inside me again, his cock twitching with renewed interest. "Right now, I want to bend you over this fucking railing and fuck you through the next three races."

My eyes widened in shock and renewed arousal. "There's another race?"

His grin was absolutely wicked. "Baby, there's always another race. And this time, I'm betting two million."

And before I could process that insanity, his hands were gripping my hips again, lifting me off his cock only to spin me around and bend me over the railing, my hands gripping the cold metal for dear life as he lined himself up behind me.

"Hold on tight, Muffin," he growled, and then he slammed back inside me with one brutal thrust that had me screaming all over again. "Because I'm about to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."

And as the next set of cars roared to life below us, as Zane started pounding into me from behind with absolutely no mercy, I realized something terrifying and exhilarating:

I was completely, utterly, devastatingly addicted to this man.

And I never wanted it to stop.