Page 62 of Bound By Words

Her ample chest heaved slightly as she kept her breaths even, but he loved to watch the gentle jiggle of her breasts with each inhale. That slightly rounded stomach that tapered into full hips and an absolutely mouthwatering ass he wanted to grab at every opportunity.”

Risking a look at Nathan, I watched as his hands tightened on the steering wheel, his chest heaving as we listened to the story unfolding from the speaker. He wanted me to think he was unaffected, but he shifted in his seat as a quiet moan slipped from the speakers, his eyes momentarily meeting mine before focusing on the road again.

“His fingertips teased her nipples, watching as they pulled into tight buds, the skin surrounding them pulling taut. Michael watched as her jaw clenched, her fingers twitching on her thighs as she let out a quiet breath.”

My nipples felt tight underneath my sweater, aching like I imagined Kayla’s did under Michael’s attention.

“‘Let me hear how much you’re enjoying this, pet,’ he murmured as his fingernail trailed over one of the aroused peaks.

‘Oh,’ Kayla breathed softly, a quiet moan filling his ears as she arched her back, pressing her chest into his touch.”

Nathan wasn’t the only one shifting in his seat as Michael teased and caressed Kayla, his strong hands drawing down her body until they settled between her legs.

“Fuck,” Nathan grunted softly as the female narrator moaned, his hips shifting in his seat.

I watched him, noticing how white his knuckles were against the black leather of the steering wheel. His grip was so tight I had no doubt he could rip the damn thing off.

As I observed him out of the corner of my eye, only half listening, his plan to tease me on the ride home appeared to have an undesired side effect.

Something about how he squirmed as the scene played on made my feelings of embarrassment shift into something different. A rush of adrenaline raced through me as I realized that maybe my dirty audiobook had turned the tables on Nathan’s control.

He jumped as my hand settled on his thigh, his fingers clenching against the wheel so tightly the leather creaked. Scooting closer, I pressed up against the center console, wishing it wasn’t there so I could press myself into his side.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was harsh, but I could tell he was trying to restrain himself.

“I think someone has gotten himself a little worked up.” My hand trailed higher on his thigh, grasping his concealed erection and squeezing as he quietly growled under his breath. “Did listening to Chase’s spicy book make you this hard?”

“Fuck, Kelly,” he hissed as his hand covered mine. I thought he’d try to remove it for a second, but instead, he pressed down on my hand, thrusting his hips toward it. At that moment, I knew he was struggling to maintain control.

“Well, you told me no one was going to be fucking Kelly today, so which is it?” I taunted, a thrill rolling up my spine as he turned and narrowed his eyes.

“Such a mouth on you,” he groaned, his head leaning back momentarily as I began to stroke the outline of his arousal through the denim of his jeans.

“And I’m going to show you what this mouth is capable of. Pull over.” Nathan looked over at me with a pained look, frowning. “Now, stud. Or I can just start sucking you off while you drive. Your choice.”

He was panting as I quickly unbuckled his belt, yanking down the zipper and pushing my hand inside. His hard cock pulsed against my palm as I explored him through the thin material of his boxer briefs.

“Alright, I warned you,” I taunted as I pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard shaft. My mouth watered as I leaned over, suckling the head as Nathan cursed loudly.

The Bronco jerked to a stop, the tires crunching loudly on the gravel as Nathan’s hand gathered my hair in his fist. He pressed the release button on my seat belt, and I leaned over the console, engulfing his erection.

“Holy fucking shit,” he groaned as his cock hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed, causing his hips to buck into my movements. My eyes watered as I slowly let up, my hand cupping the base before I started a quick rhythm of taking him as deep as I could manage.

“God, sunshine. Suck that cock. I want to hear you choke on it. All the way down,” he moaned. “Relax your throat. Yes…fuck. So fucking good.”

Empowered by his gruff words, I took him deep, swallowing hard as he hit the back of my throat, doubling my efforts as his moans increased in volume. I was vaguely aware of the audiobook continuing in the background, but as Nathan’s hand pressed on the back of my head, forcing him to the back of my throat, I had difficulty paying attention to anything but the man in the car with me.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all,” he groaned as his hips thrust into my movements. “Can’t wait to fill that naughty mouth of yours.”

His trembling legs indicated how close he was, and I sped up, choking on his length as he held my head in place, thrusting into my mouth. “Swallow my cum, Kelly. Every single fucking drop.”

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I felt him start to pulse in my mouth, his release spurting into the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, squeezing the base of him as he came, his cock throbbing against my fingers and tongue.

“Fuck. Yes. All of it. Good girl. Just like that,” he praised in a husky moan as his hands fell away from my hair. I knew some women hated it when men tried to direct them during a blow job, but the praise at the end after you rocked their world made you feel powerful.

Nathan’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving as I leaned back into my seat, discreetly wiping the corner of my mouth.

“Someone is proud of herself,” he chuckled as he opened his eyes, a lazy smile on his face.

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