Not if I have any say.
“Kash—”
He hangs up and “Fall Back” by Lithe fills the speakers of the car. I shift my legs, rubbing them together. Reaching over, Kashton grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers before bringing it to his lips. He gives my knuckles a soft kiss and then places them back on my lap, holding it.
I kick off his shoes and undo my seat belt, and he glances at me quickly. “Eve,” he warns. “Put your seat belt back on.”
“Make me.” I pull my hand free from his, leaning across the center console, and start to kiss his neck while my hand rubs between his thighs. My nails dig into his jeans, and he hisses in a breath. He smells so good. All masculine and rugged.
“Eve, you have to stop.” Kashton clears his throat.
“Why?” I rub my hand over his cock, and of course he’s hard. Fuck, I crave him in my mouth.
Pulling away, he shifts in his seat, trying to give himself some room in his jeans. I push his hand out of the way and unzip them. “Let me.”
“Fuck,” he groans, knowing exactly what I’m about to do.
We both know he can’t stop me right now because he’s driving. That’s why I chose to take advantage of the situation.
I reach inside his zipper and through his boxer briefs to pull his dick out. My mouth fucking waters at the sight of him. I lean down and take the tip of his pierced dick into my mouth.
“Angel,” he moans, shifting his hips when his hand goes to my hair. His tatted fingers sliding through the strands as he grips it, pulling it off my face the best he can. I don’t fucking care.
I bob my head, taking more, and I whimper around his large size filling my mouth.
He lets go of my hair and slides his hand down my spine, and then I feel him yanking the hem of my dress up before his hand slaps my bare ass.
I shift, trying to adjust myself to a more comfortable position, but it’s impossible. This isn’t about me. It’s about him.
His hand slides between my legs, and I lower my head, pushing the tip of his dick to the back of my throat, letting the drool run down his pierced shaft. He likes it messy, and I don’t want to disappoint him.
“Fuck, Eve. You’re so wet.” His fingers pull my soaked thong out of the way, and he runs them over my pussy, teasing me like he loves to do.
I lift my head off his dick and gasp. “Please?”
The car swerves, and I have to let go of his dick to grab a hold of his thighs to keep from falling into the steering wheel. He comes to an abrupt stop.
I go to rise up to see what the fuck he’s doing, but his hand leaves my ass to grip my hair, and he shoves my face down as he speaks. “You’re going to finish what you started, angel.”
Yes, sir.My pussy clenches at his words.
“Open wide and drool all over my cock, Eve. Until I’m coming all over that pretty face.” His hands tangle in my hair, and he grips it tightly, making me whimper as he shoves my face down onto his hard dick.
I open my mouth willingly to let him have his way with it. He’s slow at first, letting it slide down my throat while I do exactly what he told me to and cover his cock in my saliva while it runs out of my mouth.
“That’s it,” he groans, shifting in his seat, leaning back into it now that he’s pulled over. “Fuck, angel. Your mouth feels so good.” Shoving my head down, I have to remove my hand from his shaft as my breath is taken away when the head of his pierced cock fills the back of my throat.
I don’t even care. Fuck my face. If I die, I die.
My hair is yanked and my mouth freed from his cock. I sit up and gasp in a breath. “Undo my belt,” he orders.
As I do as I’m told, he lifts his hips off the seat so I can pull it from the loops. He rips it from my hands, pushes them behind me, and ties them behind my back.
Then his hands grip my face, and he pulls me to him and his lips crash into mine. He kisses me desperately and feverishly.
I shift on the seat, yanking on my tied hands. Pulling away, he gathers my hair in his hands once more and shoves my face down between his legs. “Open wide, angel.”
Parting my lips, I shuffle on my knees. I’m in the most uncomfortable position that I could possibly be in. My stomach muscles clench and my thighs are sore as I try to hold myself up, but none of it matters.
