Page 51 of Mob Knight

“Jocelyn—”

“Don’t call me that.” She snaps at me, but she’s not yelling.

“It’s your name. Unless?—”

I leave that dangling, letting her decide how she wants to respond. When her gaze lowers, I have my answer. I step closer, but she doesn’t retreat. I rest my right hand on her hip and squeeze. She sucks in a breath, but I feel her relax a moment later.

“Look at me, Joey.”

She’s reticent, but she looks up. I know she’s staring at my ear, even if most people would think she’s looking me in the eye. I grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger, but I only turn her to look at me. She could pull away easily. She doesn’t.

“You don’t like it when I call you Jocelyn, do you?” I’m back to my Dom voice.

“Not particularly.”

“Why?” I demand an answer without raising my voice.

“Because only you call me Joey.”

“But you said you didn’t want to see or hear from me.”

“That didn’t stop you from texting me, and I’m standing here with you.”

“You want to remainmyJoey, don’t you?”

Her gaze darts away again, and her eyes water. That’s my answer. I pull her to me, pressing my fingers deeper into her hip as the hand on her chin drops, so I can wrap my arm around her. I lower my mouth to hers, hesitating, giving her a chance to pull away. Her chin inches up, so our lips touch. Then I lead this kiss.

I press my tongue into her mouth, sweeping it past her teeth. The arm around her waist lowers enough for my hand to grasp her arse. The hand on her hip now grips a handful of hair. I turn us, so her back is against her rear passenger door. She moans, enjoying me crowding her. She runs her hands over my chest and back, and I let her. The feel of her touching me makes my skin tingle, and I can’t get enough.

I nudge her feet apart and press my thigh between hers. I guide her to ride it, starting with a slow rocking motion. When she picks up the rhythm, I skim my hand from her arse up to her breast. I squeeze, eliciting another moan. I tug her shirt out of her skirt waistband and crawl my fingertips up her ribs, making her shiver. I pull her bra out of the way, so I can cup her skin to skin. When I pinch and tug her nipple, she grinds harder. I twist us again, so I have my back to the car. I release her hair in favor of spanking her.

If my Catholic grandmothers knew what I was doing in a church parking lot…Good thing it’s Methodist.

There are trees behind Joey, separating the church grounds from whatever business is behind it. I drag her skirt up and out of the way, so I can get to her bare arse, and the only thing between her cunt and my pants is her thong. Since we have asmuch privacy as we can in a public place, I don’t worry about anyone watching us. However, as much as I’m concentrating on her, I’m keeping my ears peeled for any nearby sounds.

I rain down ten spanks that must sting her arse because they sting my hand. Her movements show her growing impatience as I finally end our kiss and pull away. She clutches my shirt, her expression wholly needy.

“Are you going to be a good girl and talk to me after this?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you know how badly I want to see you come and know I did that for you?”

“A lot, sir?”

“More than you can imagine. Do you know why?”

“No, sir.”

“Because you’re mine, Joey.”

With both hands, I move her against me, pressing her hips down. I flex my already hard thigh, giving her the friction she needs.

“May I come, sir?”

“Yes. You may always come unless I tell you to ask.”

“Please, sir, make me come.”

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