Page 29 of The Secrets We Share

“I’ve told you the truth, Sir. Please don’t do this here.”

“You know, I’d believe you, baby, except that I know your tells, and you might be giving me part of the story, but there’s something you’re leaving out sweetness.”

Eyes darting away from me, she focuses on the partition.

“He can’t hear you, little one. Your screams of pain and pleasure are all mine.”

Her body relaxes slightly, and I know that changes things for her. Shoving the muzzle against the hood of her clit, a sharp hissdrags in through her teeth, and it’s the starting gun I need. I move the barrel in small circles, and before I know it, her hips are working in tandem with the weapon.

“More,” she cries.

I pull back, controlling the speed and pressure, until she takes the hint and stops moving. “Good girl. Now stay still for me, little one.”

My cock throbs against my jeans, begging to join in on the fun. I readjust in the cramped space and use the opportunity to shove her pants down to her ankles. The change helps me spread her wide, exposing the drenched fabric concealing my prize.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me.”

I lose myself in the moment, drop the gun to my lap, and grip the thin straps on her hips. I pull hard and fast, and the fabric tears quickly. “I think these are for me,” I tell her, inhaling her scent before shoving her underwear into my back pocket.

Now that she’s utterly bare before me, I can’t help but take in her beauty. Her hands tied taut; her body stretched across the back seat, still anchored by the clothes I was too impatient to remove. Her eyes are taking on the glassy glow she gets when we fall into our dynamic. A flush blends with the swipes of blood bright against her alabaster skin. Her full lips are slightly parted, waiting to plead for me to stop or continue. It’s intoxicating, and I haven’t even gotten a taste of her delicious cunt yet.

That drives me forward, shoving my body awkwardly into the tight space of the car’s floor. Her feet are caught under me, locking her in place. My nose traces up her wet slit, my tongue following suit. Her flavor dances across my tongue, and a low growl of possessive pleasure rumbles in my chest.

I still haven’t forgotten her choice to traipse into the city to see an ex alone. One that thought she could get away with touching my girl in any fucking manner, including ghosting her lips where only mine should be.

I pick up my pace, flicking and circling her clit until she’s writhing from the sensation and moments away from drowning me with her juices. Her thighs push in, trying to tighten around my head. But I shove them back with my forearms, overexposing her core.

“I’m so close, Sir, please may I come.”

What a good girl for asking. “No,” I bark against her skin and retreat.

Her hips follow, desperate for the slightest touch to set her off, but she won’t find it in this car. We’ll play this game until she’s a quivering mess of incoherent words. Once her body’s calmed, I lift the gun and run it up and down her slit, stopping at her entrance to lube the muzzle just enough to slide it in the slightest bit. The new sensation rips her heavy eyes open. Something left unsaid dances at the tip of her tongue.

“Color, little one?” I check in because she might have agreed to inanimate objects, but I doubt she had her mind set on something so deadly.

“Yel—Green.” She changes her mind at the last minute.

I pause, focusing on her gaze, reading the truth behind the words. She’s nervous, but not enough for it to control her desire to try something new. When she doesn’t go back on her word, I let the pleasure begin.

Her tight cunt swallows the shaft, inch by inch. Arousal drips from her drenched entrance, pooling on the leather below. She’ll have to clean that up before we leave, but it comes in handy when the gun finds no resistance to bottom out.

“How does it feel being such a dirty whore that you’ll let me fuck you with the nearest, deadliest thing?”

“It makes me feel alive,” she pants.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I keep the pace slow and teasing, knowing it’s nothing close to what she’ll need to come, not even with the added sensation of my fingersrounding her clit. The leisurely climb takes minutes, but I could watch her unravel for hours.

“Eyes on me, little one.”

They rise and focus, waiting for my next request. My hands don’t slow, fucking her smoothly in tandem. I watch for just the right moment. The sign that euphoria is about to descend and wash her away. When I see it cross her face, I pull everything free.

“Suck it clean for me,” I order, with a tap against her lips.

She doesn’t disappoint licking the barrel clean of her nectar. My cock revolts in my jeans, throbbing painfully, desperate to be the thing her tongue is savoring like a popsicle on the hottest New York summer day. Unfortunately, for me, we’re not in a position to make that happen. We’ll have to keep this rolling when we get to the safe house.

As the thought comes to mind, the car rolls to a stop and sets back from parking. I push the small intercom button against the back seat.

“Give us a minute, and we’ll be out.”

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