Page 19 of Promiscuous Lies

And now I have a problem. I want more.

I needfucking more.

I’m going to make sure she breaks into a million pieces all over my tongue so I can selfishly get my fill of her sweet cunt.

Motivation aside, this woman is fucking beautiful, and I want to break her from the inside out. I want to claim every inch and patiently wait until she comes crawling back, begging for me to take her.

“Fuck,” she says breathlessly as she grabs the front seat in a tight grip. Sliding my finger between her folds, I suck on her clit as I bring another finger to her entrance.

“Oh gosh,” she pants as I slip a third digit inside her. She moans as I continue to pump my fingers into her. Like a good girl, she still hasn’t looked away, and I get the pleasure of watching her face contort in ecstasy.

Her pussy tightens around my fingers as she grips the hand still holding her thigh. It’s as if she needs to anchor herself while her slender fingers tighten around mine. Another moan escapes her as I take another deep lick.

“Oh fuck.” She sounds like she’s about to cry, and I eagerly stare, unblinking, waiting for her to shatter.

Lights begin to flash outside the car, but neither of us pays them any attention.

“Oh fuck.” She moans as her legs try to clamp around my head. Her sharp nails dig into my hand as she comes undone. I devour her, licking up every drop, my cock pressing painfully hard against my pants, wanting to be slathered in her juices.

Fuck, she tastes so sweet.

So opposite to her scathing, poisonous tongue.

My spine tingles the moment I realize we’re not alone.

“Is there an issue here?” a male’s voice asks as they walk towards the car.

Posie freezes, and immediately, her knee crashes into my face as she tries to sit up. I growl in irritation, not yet having my fill as I lick my lips and adjust my jaw. She got me good, and I’ll have to be mindful if there’s a bruise there tomorrow.

She’s frantically grabbing at her jeans, and I can’t help but smirk at the once-composed Posie, who is now in a fluster because she’s been caught—literally with her pants down.

She’s holding the jeans to cover herself as I smirk and turn to greet the officer who interrupted my new guilty pleasure. I make sure to block his view of her, smug in the way she’s clearly embarrassed. It feels like a victory in itself against this sharp-tongued vixen who’s always so defiant.

“Hello, Officer.” His hand is on his belt, but the moment he realizes who I am, he’s floundering.

“Oh. Mr. Taylor. Car trouble?” he asks, glancing at the car, then back to me. I lean against it and hit the side of it.

I recognize him from one of my father’s shops. He buys a lot of lingerie for his wife. And mistress.

“No, just a bit of lady trouble,” I curtly explain.

He nervously laughs and tries to peek over my shoulder. I shoot a glance in Posie’s direction. She’s still on her back, holding her jeans on her stomach, eyes wide as she stares at the ceiling. I try not to laugh while keeping my shoulders where they are so the officer can’t see her.

“Okay, well, this is a traffic hazard, so I’ll have to ask you to move it along.”

Still looking at Posie, I smile, and I can tell by the expression on her face that if she had a gun, she would’ve shot me more than once already. I can’t help but antagonize her further.

“You heard the man; put your pants on and get back in your seat,” I tell her.

She gasps, mortified, and tries to wiggle her pants on.

“Goodnight,” the officer says and walks back to his patrol car. When I turn back to Posie, I see her climbing into the front seat and buckling up quickly. When I’m behind the wheel, I adjust my cock and then triumphantly drive her home while she gives me the silent treatment.

I’m surprised that I want to uncover more about this woman, including her past and connections. Still, I seem to be failing miserably because instead, I get distracted by wanting to punish her for her smart mouth and the curiosity to feel her every curve.

Fuck, I have become no better than an ordinary man.

I’m not usually susceptible to these things.

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