“Smartass,” I answered back, tipping her chin with my forefinger. Her giggle caused me to smile.
“You already knew what he was going to ask, didn’t you?”
“Of course, I did. I’m glad you agreed.”
“Why?”
“Because I think it’s the best decision. Your father’s been around, doing this for a long time and proven himself more than successful. If you want to get to that level in your career, and I know you do, there’s no one better to work under,” I stated sincerely.
“Someone has a fan.”
“I’myourbiggest fan,” I responded, knowing she’d been referring to her father. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye to see her smiling.
“Stop trying to get into my panties, Mr. Grant.”
I shrugged. “I don’t have to try.We both know those panties look best on my bedroom floor.” My chest tightened when she busted out laughing.
“Whatever,” she tried to play it off, but I knew the effect my words had on her, only evidenced when she rolled down the window slightly to let in some cool air. She was hot and bothered.
“How often do you use the autopilot feature?” she inquired, undoing her seatbelt and turning toward me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Not often. Why?”
She didn’t answer, but instead plugged in my home address on the GPS.
“You should give it a try. You know, just to make sure it still works and everything.” Before I could respond, she’d pressed the lever for the autopilot to take over, then slid her hand down to the zipper of my pants. I was already semi-hard, which was usually the case whenever she and I were alone with one another. My hands loosened and eventually fell from the steering wheel right around the time Chanel released my shaft. As soon as I felt the warm air and moistness from her mouth around the head of my dick, my head fell back against the headrest. I let out a grunt of satisfaction as she worked her tongue around the tip to moisten it and then slid her mouth all the way down until I hit the back of her throat.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. The vibration from her moan caused tiny prickles of pleasure to shoot up my spine. I slid lower in my seat and gripped the back of her head with my hand, briefly shutting my eyes. I forgot we were still on the damn road. Hell, if we were going to crash, this was how I wanted to go out.
Her head bobbed up and down on my thickness, and I tightened my grip on the back of her head as the pressure began to build in my lower abdomen. Chanel continued to do her thing, even reaching inside my pants to cup and massage the rest of me.
“Shiiit,” I grunted when she hollowed her cheeks, suctioning as she drew up higher on my shaft, tongued the very tip of my dick, and then swallowed me whole again. I felt my eyes cross and my entire body weakened as my balls drew up. I was close to erupting and I knew she felt it too. I wasn’t about to move her out of the way to let me bust. I always watched her take my load down her beautiful throat. Not even a full minute later, I was groaning and grunting as my body stiffened and then jerked as I released into her mouth. She moaned as she slurped up my cum, just the way I liked it. I came and came until I finally came back to reality and realized I’d stopped the car. We were already in my driveway.
I peered down at Chanel, who was now giving me a wide-eyed, innocent look as if she hadn’t just swallowed an entire generation of my seed down her throat. But that look made me even hungrier for her.
“Come here,” I growled, pulling her onto my lap. I pulled the side lever down to slide my seat back and make more room for her. At this point, there was no way we were making it to the house before I was inside her.
“I think we’re developing a growing affinity for cars these days,” she giggled.
I gave her a confused look while reaching for my wallet in the console of my car. I opened it and pulled out a condom, tearing it at the same time I heard her say, “The Town Car.”
My brows raised in recognition as I remembered the time she’d awaited me at the airport and the fun we had in the back of the Town Car.
“At least the song is appropriate.”
Janet Jackson’s “Anytime, Anyplace” played through the car’s speakers.
“Appropriate indeed,” I chuckled.
I pulled the condom out of the wrapper and made quick work of sheathing myself and then helping Chanel undo and push down the skin-tight jeans she had on. They looked great on her, but like I’d said about the panties earlier, they looked even better on the damn floor. Once her pants and panties were off, Chanel straddled my legs, pulling my pants and boxer briefs down further. Abruptly, she stopped, cupping my face with her hands. I looked up into her lovely face. The intensity of her gaze made my breath catch.
“I’m your biggest fan too,” she said, staring me directly in the eye.
Involuntarily, my toes curled, and my grip tightened around her hips.
“I mean it. I’m so proud of the man you are. I haven’t said that enough. I-I love you,” she admitted, her eyes watering.
Anything else she had to say after that was stolen when my mouth collided with hers, and I angled her hips over my stiff dick, pulling her down onto me. She moaned into my mouth at the sudden intrusion. I paused to give her time to adjust to my full thickness and length inside of her, while I continued to suck and nibble at her lips. Slowly, she began rotating her hips. I moved my hand down, rubbing my thumb across her clit. She bucked her hips, and I let out a curse when her pussy muscles tightened on my dick.
