Page 42 of Call You Mine

She gasps when my thick erection pushes against her cunt, and I can’t help but smirk at how responsive she is. Like I’ve deprived her of the pleasure she seeks since we were together. “Damon, what are you doing?”

Looking around to make sure we’re alone, I dig my fingers into her ass and grind her over my erection, making her moan loudly. “You said you were willing?”

Wynter swivels her hips, moving back and forth to feel the friction between us. “But here?”

“You mean to tell me, Princess, you’ve never messed around in the backseat of a car?”

She doesn’t answer but the pink tint that touches her cheeks gives me my answer. Wynter Servite has never needed to have a make-out session in a car before when she could have easily rented a room or invited a guy over to her mega mansion. Hell, we hooked up in her bedroom at a party at her beach house.

“It’s not ideal, but looking at you like this,” I say, pressing my fingers deeper into her ass, making sure they leave a mark. “Makes me want to stir a little trouble.”

Another now darker tint of pink travels from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, making her porcelain skin a beautiful rosy hue. “I like trouble,” she whimpers, her eyes low and burning with desire.

I lean in closer to her, inhaling the delicious scent of her perfume mixed with the scent of her arousal, and it’s fucking overwhelming me. “Nah, baby,” I murmur against her lips, “You are trouble. Only problem is as much as I try to stay away from trouble, it always seems to find me.”

The last word dies on my lips when she closes the distance between us and crashes her lips to mine with an urgent need. Her knees dig into my waist on either side as her back curvesfrom the intensity of friction against her pussy, but our lips don’t let go. I push my tongue into her mouth tasting every inch of her and she moans in response as her tongue tangles with mine, her hands moving to the buttons of my shirt, and popping them off with a swift tug.

Soft hands fall against my pecs, nails digging into my inked skin with the same force my cock strains in my pants pushing against her.

“Damon please,” she begs, and its music to my fucking ears. This girl is going to be the death of me. She already makes me question every decision I make. Forces me to break every rule I set in place, and all with the simple touch of her lips and feel of her body between my fingertips.

I knew if I touched her again I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, yet here we are, because I couldn’t leave her. I should have driven us home, dropped her off, and left to cool off this burning need for her. Instead, we’re making out in the front seat of my car, in the middle of a vacant alleyway like a pair of horny teenagers who have nowhere else to go.

But doesn’t that just add to the thrill of our forbidden affair?

Unable to wait any longer, Wynter breaks the kiss, her fingers fumbling with the button of my slacks. Popping it open, she reaches for my dick but I grip her wrist stopping her. She lets out a soft giggle, her mouth quirking up at the sides in amusement.

“Nah, baby,” I say, licking my way from her chin, down her neck, to the small dip of cleavage on her chest. “If you put your fingers around my cock, there’s no stopping me from taking you right here, right now. And when I fuck you again,” I pause realizing what I’ve just said and quickly retract my words, “If I fuck you again, it ain’t going to be in a fucking car.”

Her brows furrow, small wrinkles forming in the crease of her eyes as she pouts. Fuck, this girl is fucking beautiful whenshe’s angry, excited, pouting at me when I won’t give her what she wants. Everything about her is dangerous for me, because of the way my pulse spikes when she bites down on her bottom lip before her tongue snakes out to swipe along the spot she’s dug her teeth into.

“Then why the fuck are we here?” she asks, eliciting a dark chuckle from deep in my chest.

Grabbing the edges of her dress where I cut, I tug it further, tearing the flimsy fabric. Her nipples pucker forcing her to bite her bottom lip again, and my fingers glide down to push the lace of her soaked thong aside.

“All of this just for me?” I ask. She nods but doesn’t speak. She can’t. Not when the only sound that leaves her lips is a song of desire. A song I’ve grown to love only when it’s sung by her. From her lips, in her voice. Like a siren, it’s hypnotizing.

I thrust two fingers inside her, curving them up to reach that sweet spot I can find with my eyes closed, and she lets out a soft moan. There it is, music to my fucking ears. I slide my fingers through her arousal, easily pushing them in deeper with how fucking wet she is for me. My thumb presses against her clit applying the perfect amount of pressure to get her moving, her body aching to find release against my fingers.

Her moans get louder and I know she’s close. “Be a good girl and come for me, Wyn.” She whimpers loudly and moans, closing her eyes but that won’t do. “But keep those eyes on me, baby. I need to see what I do to you. The way your pussy reacts to my command. The way it accepts that it’s mine and only mine.”

My fingers move faster, in and out of her with such intensity I know she’s there, on the edge of ecstasy. The foreplay is quick, we’ve been at it since the moment she stepped foot in my office with her little proposition. Her hands grip my shoulders as her hips move in sync with my fingers pumping inside her.She knows just how to move, and as I keep my thumb pressed against her clit, she nearly cries out in pleasure.

“Oh God, your fingers, Damon. How is it they feel so good, so thick?” She’s fucking breathless, but her movements only quicken, eager to find release. “I won’t be able to take all of you if this is almost too much.”

Eager to test her theory, I push a third finger inside and she practically screams. “Cause your pussy’s so tight baby. So, fucking tight I can just imagine how it’s going to feel strained around my cock. If you’re a good girl and come for me, you won’t have to wait long to find out how much more you can take.”

She throws her head back, her pussy tightening around my fingers as she finds her release. “Damon,” she cries out, and my cock twitches as my name leaves her luscious lips all the while her arousal coats my fingers.

“Just like that, come for me Wynter. Come on my fingers, and I’ll let you come in my mouth and all over my cock, pretty girl.”

She rides her orgasm out, hips moving frantically, pussy still pulsing around my fingers when her phone chimes in her purse still on the seat.

“You gonna get that?” I ask, unable to focus on the woman writhing in my lap when my curiosity is peaked.

She shakes her head. “Only person I care to talk to is in this car,” she says, barely able to catch her breath. She sounds fucking sexy and hearing her say I’m the only thing she cares about right this moment does something to me.

It shouldn’t mean a damn thing, but it does. And I’m equally aroused as I am angry.

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