She doesn't answer immediately, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Answer me, Josephine."
"Maybe," she keens breathlessly, shamelessly grinding against my hand.
That’s all I need to hear.I push the scrap of lace aside and plunge two fingers deep into her tight channel."Fuck, you're soaked."I pump them in and out of her pussy while thumbing her swollen clit.
A clit I wish my lips were wrapped around right now.
Her inner walls clench around my fingers as her pleasure increases.She surprises me by roughly exposing one of her breasts, tipped with a hard, dark nipple that begs for attention.Dipping my head, I take the hardened peak into my mouth and suck greedily.
Fuck, that we're outside.I don't care who sees.
"That's it, baby," I encourage huskily as she writhes on my hand."Come for me."
She bites down on my shoulder as she shudders through her release, her teeth leaving marks through the fabric of my shirt.
It's the sweetest pain.
“You’re so gorgeous when you come, but can we go get married now?"I chuckle as I stroke her hair through the rest of her orgasm.
Her glassy eyes finally meet mine, and she says to me without skipping a beat, "You still didn't answer my question."
Hell, I forgot what the damn question was.
Chapter5
The Negotiation
Naomi
I'm sitting in the back of Gabriel's truck, not really clear how I've gotten here.I mean, it's obvious what I just did and how I got here, but I'm questioning my sanity at this point.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My panties are wet with my own damn cum, and my head is swirling with a million different thoughts about what else could have gone down in that park if I hadn't come to my senses.
I'm dealing with a master manipulator here.
Talk about an avoidance tactic.
It took me a minute to piece it all together, but there's no way my father simply guessed that I was living in Los Angeles all this time.
I was careful.
I changed my name.
I got identification with my new name on it.
I lived a low-key life in a world very different than the one I grew up in.
But while my father has a lot of resources at his disposal, it only makes sense that someone had to have tipped him off, and the only person who knew was the one person I thought had a stake in the game.
I catch said person out of the corner of my eye, rubbing his junk through his pants.
What in the ever-loving fuck.
"Stop doing that," I tell him.
