Gemma moans, full of my cock, as my fingers move rapidly in and out of her tight channel.
“Feel that.I’m fucking you as we drive through Manhattan.”
Thank goodness for tinted, bullet-proof windows.Something I invested in when I made my first billion.
“Drew, fuck,” she cries, stroking my shaft with her hand and mouth.
“I was fantasizing about over lunch, baby.You taking my cock, my cum dripping down your chin.”
Her cunt clenches around my fingers as her body begins to shudder.I thrust my hips, going deeper down her throat.
“Fuck, that’s it.You’re a fucking dirty girl, Gemma.Oh, yeah, God.Yes.Fuck.”
Her mouth snaps off my cock as I come, crying out her orgasm.I take over, stroking until every drip has released.
Gemma watches, her eyes lifting to mine, looking flushed and well-fucked, as I pull my fingers out of her.I lick them.
She flops back against the leather, letting out a moan.
I grab her face and kiss her.“This is not over.I want to fuck your pussy again,” I growl.
Her haunted look sends a jolt of warning through me.
This needs to end.
Fuck that.I’m not done.
I’m starting to wonder when the fuck I will be.If I ever will be.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GEMMA
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Iwas due to have ameeting with my bank manager a few hours afterthatlunch with Drew, but my emotions were everywhere.My body was thrumming from the orgasm, and it felt like things were left unfinished.
