“I believe you.”
Somehow, I shift closer, my lips almost pressed against his, and it’s an unbearable ache inside me to be closer to him. For him to wrap those arms around me and hold me close. To keep me safe in the familiar. He is the only constant in my life, and I hope I can trust him. More than that, I am curious about the next step in our relationship, if you can call it that. He is my husband and I am his wife and nobody would think badly of me if I wanted—well, more.
“The, um, next step of our business arrangement.”
“What about it?” His breath dusts my lips, and a shiver of expectation passes through me.
“When will it happen?”
“Just say the word, angel. Your wish is my command.”
“I don’t wish for that.”
I grin, not able to pretend I’m immune to him anymore, and he chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. You want me just as much as I want to rip your clothes off and bury my cock deep inside your virgin pussy.”
“Ew, you’re so crude.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, and I won’t deny it is kind of nice.
“It’s inevitable.”
I stare at him in surprise.
“What is?”
“That I will fuck you tonight. That I will take over your body and you will lose your mind. I will own your soul, and you’ll be begging me for more.”
I make to pull away with a bitter, “Why did you have to ruin a beautiful moment between us with vulgarity?”
He wrenches my head closer, fisting my hair and growls, “This is why.”
As kisses go, this one is even more intense than the last one. He positively eats my face as he devours me. His hands slide under my sweater, causing me to groan when his fingers twist my nipple, his hand sliding under the swell of my breast. I gasp as I throw my head back and he licks my neck, his teeth nipping at the soft skin, a moment’s pain quickly replaced with pleasure.
He presses me back against the leather upholstery and runs his hand around my waist, popping open my jeans before I can ask what the hell he is doing.
To be honest, I no longer care because my body is on fire. I am burning with a flame I should have never allowed to be lit.
He pulls down my jeans and I freaking help him and as his head moves lower, I groan as he tears my panties aside with his teeth.
“Oh my God.”
White lights are dancing around my eyes as he licks my clit that is throbbing as if it’s doing fifty star jumps right now. Emotion mixes with lust as I grip his hair, loving his despicable attention as I push up against his mouth.
I’m a harlot, a jezebel, and Sister Agatha would be horrified if she saw what I was allowing right now. To be honest, it’s of no consequence because the pleasure this man can bring with his mouth should be patented and sold on the open market.
It doesn’t take long for my body to betray me, and I scream as a huge climax rocks my soul.
If I thought he would stop there, I was wrong because he plunges two fingers inside my throbbing pussy and I actually ride out my orgasm with them pumping inside me. It’s so dirty yet irresistible, and I’m vaguely aware he unzips his pants and as his swollen cock presses against my pussy, my eyes snap open and I gasp, “Really? Here?”
“Why not?”
His wicked smile is my undoing because in this car I can be anyone I want to be. For a brief second, I contemplate what it would be like, and I’m a little disappointed when he moves back and sits with his back against the seat and says roughly, “You say you’ve done this before. Prove it.”
“How?” His words make me anxious as he calls me out on my lie.
“Show me what you did with the last man who touched you this way.”
My cheeks burn as I bite my lip and glance down at his huge cock that is standing to attention, hard and ready.
