Page 84 of The Winslow Brothers

And I don’t know how long it lasts or how long I stay like that, moaning and panting in his arms, but when I finally come down from my orgasmic high and open my eyes, I find Jude staring at me, his blue eyes still blazing.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” he whispers, and his mouth is just a few inches from my parted lips. “I need to see you do that again, but this time, I need my cock inside you.”

Oh boy.

“Ready to get out of here, Sophie?”

I only have one response to that.

“Yes.”

Jude

We could’ve walked the ten blocks to her place in Nolita, but the name of the game right now isspeed.

The city lights flash past the taxi windows as our driver heads in the direction of Sophie’s apartment. It’s a little after one in the morning and I left the club about two hours earlier than I normally do on Friday nights, but it’s all because of the little temptress sitting beside me.

That green dress of hers skates dangerously high up her thighs, and every time I glance in her direction to take in the beauty that is her gorgeous body or her mesmerizing eyes or soft, perfect, red-painted lips, I feel like my cock grows longer by an inch.

Frankly, I’m so turned on right now I can hardly stand it. Give me some wood and a couple nails, and my sidekick could hammer the damn things clean through.

Her gem-colored eyes meet mine in the back seat of the dimly lit cab, and I don’t miss the way she bites down on her bottom lip.

Pointedly and without breaking eye contact, I reach up and rest my hand atop the right pocket of my suit pants, where Sophie’s silky black panties sit inside. And she sees me do it because Iwanther to see me do it.

Her body’s reaction doesn’t disappoint. Her teeth dig farther into her bottom lip, and she shifts her hips and thighs ever-so-slightly in her seat.

Her pussy is bare,my mind taunts me.Completely fucking bare. And wet. And just begging for your mouth.

The more I think about that mind-blowing fact, the more I itch to cover her up with my suit jacket. There’s no fucking way I want the cabbie to catch a glimpse of the gloriousness that sits between Sophie’s perfect thighs.

And without hesitation, that’s exactly what I do. Once my suit jacket covers her lap and legs to my liking, she looks up and meets my steady gaze with a curious crinkle lifting up her nose.

I lean closer to her and whisper directly into her ear, “There is no way I’m letting our cab driver see your gorgeous pussy. That view is mine and mine alone.” In addition to any and all of my somewhat proprietary feelings, I also know that by taking her panties and keeping them for myself, I’ve put her in the position to be exposed without her consent in a situation like this. As such, it’s my responsibility to ensure that doesn’t happen.

A small, surprised, and sexy laugh escapes from her lungs, and somehow, my eyes home in on the way it makes her perky tits bounce beneath her dress.

Is there anything about this woman that doesn’t turn me on?

The answer to that question is a resoundingno. So resounding, in fact, that I can’t stop myself from discreetly sliding my hand beneath my jacket and up the smooth skin of her bare thigh.

I should stop. I know I should stop, but my fingers have a mind of their own, and before I know it, they’re skating across the spot where she’s wet and warm and ready for me.

Fuck, she feels good.

Her lips part into the hottest little “O,” and it only makes me more impatient to get this cab ride over with so I can do all of the dirty, delicious, wicked things that consume my mind.

Kissing her until she’s moaning against my lips.

My mouth on her bare pussy.

My tongue inside her.

Mycockinside her.

I want it all, and I want it right now.

Sophie’s eyes flame with need, and she drives me wild by pushing her bare pussy against my hand, silently begging me to slide my fingers inside her.

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