Page 83 of Unwrapping Deviance

I chose her outfit. I did it with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted her in as little as possible and the three pieces are easy to take apart and put together at a second’s notice.

The silver ring holding her top up hooks in my finger, and I drag it down, baring her beautiful tits.

“Daniel...”

I ignore her whimper. I ignore everything when slipping my hand into the elastic of her lacy, pink panties. I ignore her choked whine when I part her smooth, soft lips and find her slippery hole.

She widens her knees and lifts her hips into my palm, giving her cunt to the fingers I force inside.

“Oh God!” she hisses, head falling back.

I keep my focus on the road, but I tease my toy at the same time. Her pussy is such a wet mess, a delicious playground I never want to leave. And she’s so vocal. Moaning and begging, and humping my fingers, and I’m so proud of her.

“Open your mouth, baby girl.”

She does and I’m feeding her, her own delicious juices. I’m pushing my coated fingers deep down her throat like I had my cock earlier and making her suck herself off.

“All of it. Lick your pussy off.”

My good girl dips her tongue between the V and around each finger. She licks and laps and gravitates down to clean my palm where she’d been grinding her clit.

My cock throbs. It aches to slam inside her in whichever hole is closest. Instead, I’m forced to wait for a red light to wrap my wet fingers around her pretty neck and squeeze. I drag her across the console as far as I can with her belt on and shove my tongue into her mouth and suck on hers until the light changes.

“Put your clothes back on,” I tell her, pushing her back into her seat.

I expect complaints that I didn’t let her finish, but Mira drops back and replaces her clothing without a word.

I kiss the back of her hand in reward and keep our fingers locked in her lap as we drive the rest of the way to the hardware store.

My list is vaguely still fresh in my mind. It’s harder to focus when all I can smell is Mira’s arousal coating my hand. When she’s sitting right there, fidgeting like her pussy’s on fire and needing my cock to soothe it.

Christian is already parked and waiting for us when we pull into the parking lot. He’s leaning against the side of his bike, arms folded, glowering at something in the distance. His scowl doesn’t change even as we pull up alongside him. Instead, he reaches for Mira’s door and yanks it open.

I sit a moment and watch as she moves to slide down. I watch the moment Christian gets a whiff of her because I know it fills the cabin, coats my skin. Her scent is such a distinct torture I would recognize it anywhere.

Christian says nothing as he helps her off the footstep. He shuts her door and steps back, but he never once takes his eyes off her until I round the hood, and he meets my gaze. Both of us knowing.

“What are we getting?” Mira asks, oblivious to the immediate danger she’s in.

Christian reaches for her. He captures a lock of hair off her right breast. Her tiny frame twitches when his finger grazes her skin, but he winds it around his index finger and tugs her to him.

“You might want to sit in the car, sweetheart,” he tells her gruffly, hungry eyes watching her over the coil of hair he’s brought to his nose.

“What? Why?” Mira asks, sounding genuinely puzzled. “Is this a man thing because it’s a hardware store?”

Christian snorts. “It’s a,you’re going to start a whole riot,thing. With that outfit and your pussy smelling so sweet and ready for a cock, I’m going to end up going in for murder.”

“Christian!”

I think she meant to sound shocked, appalled maybe, but the way her voice wavers, the little catch makes me think otherwise. Plus, there’s the fact that she hasn’t pulled away. She’s still inches from him, face tilted as if in offering.

Careful not to startle her, I place my hands on the warm, naked flesh of her waist and slide them up to cradle her tits through her top. Mira twitches in surprise, but she doesn’t stop me when I run my thumbs over the peaks and elicit a sharp whimper.

Christian is watching my hands, watching Mira gasp and shudder when I pinch the peaks.

“He’s right,” I growl into her ear. “He made your pussy so fucking wet, Mira.”

“Daniel!”

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