Page 62 of Heathen

I know there are cameras all over the property, so I know that the ones pointed in this direction are behind where I've had her park. There's no way anyone with access to the feeds can seewhat's going on inside this vehicle. I can't say the same for the neighbors whose property sits behind this one, but the ten-foot-tall fence seems to be enough to hide us from anyone trying to take a peek.

I rest my chin on her shoulder, looking down the line of her body, all the while resisting the urge to wrap both arms around the seat and cup her perfect breasts in my hands.

"Lift your skirt," I tell her, grateful that she's wearing some of the clothes I left for her in the closet.

She hesitates for a few seconds, and I notice the tremble in her hands as she reaches for the hem of the fabric.

"Are you afraid?"

She shakes her head. "Nervous."

The word is a whisper, a confession of vulnerability, and I'm so glad she trusts me with it.

"Do you want to stop?"

Another shake of her head makes me smile.

"Any other confessions you need to make?" I ask when she shifts her weight enough in the seat that I can see the wet spot her body is making between her thighs.

We used the same bodywash after our mutual orgasms in the shower this morning, but I swear it smells completely different on her skin than it does on mine, and it's insanely intoxicating.

"Kaylee?" I prompt, and when she turns her face toward me, it puts her mouth in the perfect position to be kissed.

"Yes?" she pants, sounding as needy as I feel right now.

I shift, reaching down and attempting to reposition my cock, but the damn thing is more than a little eager to escape its denim restraints.

"Shift those wet panties to the side and let me see that pretty pussy of yours."

"Ellis," she moans, my name the sweetest sound on her lips.

With a trembling hand, she does as she's asked, and I swear I'd give every penny in my bank account to swipe my tongue right up the center of this woman.

"I'm fucking throbbing for you, baby," I confess. "My cock is so hard. Touch yourself."

She moves those delicate fingers of hers a lot faster this time than she did this morning, and I take a little pride in the way her hips buck against the first sweep of her fingers.

"Spread your legs, baby. Let me see you."

There's only so much that she can do sitting in the driver's seat, but she's small enough and a little maneuvering is all it will take.

"Bring your leg up here," I urge, holding my arm out.

She turns a little, making it easier to rest the crook of her knee across my forearm.

She's hot to the touch, her silky skin almost on fire with her need.

"Slide one inside," I say after a minute of watching two fingers make intoxicating circles around that sensitive clit of hers.

"Ellis," she moans as she obeys, one finger slipping inside easily.

Her hips jerk and I know she's mere seconds away from orgasm. As much as I could sit here and watch her fuck her own fingers, I'm well past being capable of teasing myself. I need the end as much as she does.

"Look at that pretty pussy grip that finger. I bet it would squeeze the fuck out of my cock. Jesus, baby. Look how wet you are." I pull in a deep breath, resisting the urge to pull her to the back seat and sink my cock to the hilt inside of her. "I bet it wouldn't even fit."

"Ellis," she moans again, her voice making my cock throb with need.

"You'd ache for days after I spent some time inside of you, wouldn't you, baby?"

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