Page 103 of Her Dark Angel

Either way, he settles back in the seat, his arm resting on the door handle, and casts his eyes straight ahead at the movie.

I pop my head up and glance at the cars on either side. Thankfully, they must assume the show is over because no one is watching us.

Thank God.

Without his intense eyes watching me, I lower myself down until I know I’m out of view of prying eyes. Settling uncomfortably against the center console, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. A hiss slips past Nash’s lips, but his eyes don’t stray from the big screen.

In the darkness of the night, I pray to God no one sees what I’m about to do. I’m in way over my head, but that’s nothing new when I’m with Nash.

Somehow, he manages to bring out a side to me I never knew existed.

Giving the lead singer of Dark Angel head at a drive-in seems to be part of that hidden side to me.

The moment I wrap my mouth around the head, the silver barbells pressing against my skin, Nash hisses again, his right hand balling into a fist on his thigh. I use his reaction as encouragement to take more of him. He glides down my throat easily. The invasion of his length in my throat is a lot to take, but I just focus on the groans falling from his lips to take my mind off it.

Nash stretches his long legs out as he sinks into the seat, groaning once more. “Fucking hell, Kin.”

I pull back, dragging my tongue across the hot, sensitive skin until I’m back at the throbbing head. While my mouth works the top half of him, licking, sucking, and teasing, focusing on the barbells, my hand works the base, pumping him slowly.

The combination is enough to make Nash throw his head back and hiss, “Fuck.”

His reactions don’t help the dampness of my panties or the fact I want nothing more than to replace my mouth with my pussy, but I know I can’t.

This will have to do. For now.

I continue at this pace, my mouth growing sore as I suck and tease him. I fight through the pain, wanting to please him. But this mustn’t be enough for Nash. He allowed me to have my fun for a moment, but now it seems he wants to take the reins.

His large hand wraps around my neck, pushing my face down to the hilt. Thank God my gag reflex is almost non-existent because that rough movement would make anyone gag. It doesn’t stop the saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth or the tears forming in the corner of my eyes while he controls my movements. His hips lift slightly to match the pace, allowing himself to slide deeper down my throat.

“That’s it,” Nash groans lowly, his breathing heavy as his movements grow sloppy. “You take me so fucking well, little devil, almost as if I were fucking made for you.”

I grip his thigh for support as he continues to fuck my mouth, pushing himself closer and closer to his release. His hand tangles in my hair, tugging on the roots roughly as he guides my head up and down his cock.

My core is throbbing at this point. I fear I may come without Nash even touching me.

That would be a first.

I manage to sneak a glance at Nash through my lashes, who is no longer watching the movie. His eyes are focused on where our bodies are connected, almost as if he were fixated on the sight.

When our eyes clash, he quickens his pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat in quick succession. I fight the urge to gag, instead focusing on the sounds he’s making.

“Touch yourself, Kin. Now.”

I don’t think twice before I pop open the button on my denim shorts, slide the zip down, and shove my hand down the front of my black lace underwear. My pussy is soaked and throbbing. I need something to relieve the pressure before I lose my goddamn mind.

The moment my fingers graze my clit, I cry out around Nash’s cock. He hisses in response and uses his free hand to trace my lips as he slides in and out of my mouth.

“That’s it, little devil. Touch yourself,” Nash says gruffly. “I want to hear what you sound like coming with your mouth filled with my cock.”

My clit throbs painfully as I circle it, searching for that release I need so badly. I wish it were Nash’s fingers doing this, touching and teasing me, but I guess this will have to do.

My fingers are soaked as I work my clit roughly, flicking and teasing as Nash continues to guide my head down his cock mercilessly. I can’t seem to focus on one thing because there is too much happening at once. Between Nash fucking my mouth and me circling my clit so hard I’m about to start seeing stars, I’m surprised I haven’t passed out yet.

Everything about this moment is intense and thrilling, and so insanely hot.

I cry out as the pressure begins to build rapidly in my core and Nash’s pace quickens, gripping my hair tighter. His movements grow sloppy while mine quicken, chasing the release that’s on the tip of my fingertips.

If someone were to see me now, they would see my hair a mess around Nash’s fist and saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth. Stars dance across my vision from the lack of air I’m getting and the pressure building in my core, ready to explode at any second. My lungs are on fire from the lack of oxygen in them, but I don’t stop.

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