Page 56 of Heartless Vows

After a few moments, she wiggles in her seat. I smirk and give her a warning out of the corner of my eye. She stills and gnaws on her bottom lip.

I slip my hand higher on her thigh. Her blush deepens. I change lanes and squeeze her leg. Her breath hitches.

With every change, I move my hand higher on her leg. When I turn onto the last street, I brush my pinky over her panties.

She smothers her gasp with her hand and grabs my wrist.

I snarl, expecting her to push me away, but groan when she parts her knees and guides my hand to her sex.

She’s soaked.

I almost miss the driveway, but I slow just in time to mash the button for the gate and whip onto the property. As the gate closes behind us and the garage opens in front of us, I curl my fingers into her folds until her panties prevent me from going any deeper. She groans and tilts her hips as I flatten her clit with my palm.

I pull into the garage, turn off the car, and hit the button to close the door. Pain streaks through my groin as my trouser seam pinches my hard cock. I flex my fingers against her pussy and grind the heel of my palm in a circle over her clit.

My seat belt buckle clacks against the window as I whip it out of the way. I unbuckle her and lean over the console to devour her mouth. She whimpers and kisses me with abandon.

I snarl and pull back.

“You’re drenched and desperate for my cock, aren’t you,mia topolina?”

She whines and nods.

“You want to cum on my hand again?”

She nods and tilts her chin as though asking for another kiss.

“Use your words, Aurora. Tell me what you want.”

She hooks her arm around my nape and dares me to pull away, knowing I couldn’t if I tried, and I sure as hell don’t want to.

“Everything. I want everything. If it’s with you, I want it,” she says.

The honesty and vulnerability shining from her eyes steal my breath. She becomes the foundation of my soul. I’m nothing without her.

No more waiting. She’s ready.

Aurora Achilles is mine.

All mine.

Chapter 15

Aurora Achilles

It’s too much but not enough.I need more. Every ounce of unsatisfied lust from yesterday roars through me, increasing my desperation and heightening my senses.

“Take out my cock,” Giorgio demands.

My fingers tremble from the force of my need, but he encourages and rewards me with teasing strokes of his fingers as I unfasten his belt and work the front of his trousers open.

My clit pulses and wetness seeps through my panties.

I reach into his pants and pull out his hot, hard cock. Awe and apprehension spear through me. He’s too big, but I want him. Only him.

“Kneel in the seat and take me into your mouth,” he growls.

I whine and wriggle against his fingers.

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