Page 18 of Promiscuous Lies

I parked behind a bush that half hides the car, and I silently dare her to eat her own words. If she pushes me, I’ll push rightback and play whatever little daring game she thinks she’s toying at.

“And you will be lying on the back seat where no one can see you, so climb back here and drop your jeans. Don’t worry; the windows are tinted, and the car is bulletproof.”

Her mouth drops open as if she’s about to ask me about it being bulletproof, but instead, she settles for, “Are you usually this demanding?”

She’s still not moving, and I lick my lips, restraining myself from dragging her over the seat. This woman tests my patience like it’s her favorite fucking game.

“Do you plan to move, or am I going to move you myself?” I ask because fuck if I’m not tasting her after she instigated it. My patience can only last so long until she realizes there are consequences to her taunting me.

“You don’t fuck employees,” she reluctantly states, and I can see her inner struggle. She most likely didn’t think I’d take her up on the offer. She thought she’d get another jab at me. She thought fucking wrong.

“I’m fucking you with my mouth, not my cock,” I clarify. Semantics. “Do you often go back on your word?” I challenge because I know this woman, under no circumstances, will let me have the upper hand in this mental wargame she likes to play.

She swallows, still staring at me, then quietly says, “Okay,” before undoing her seat belt and climbing between the two front seats. The moment she lands in the back, she looks at me, and I dare say it might be the first and only time I see a degree of nervousness in her expression. “This is a bad idea.”

“Sounds like a win-win to me. You need a release, and I get a taste of you.”

I graze my callused hand over her inner thigh all the way down to her ankle, where I yank her possessively towards me as I stand outside the door. She sucks in a sharp breath when shecomes to a halt, half hanging out of the car while I’m looming over her like a monster waiting to pounce in the dark. She looks over my shoulder at the bush behind me.

“No one will see you. Now, lie down.” I nudge her back, and she slowly lowers to the soft leather.

In what I assume is disbelief, she laughs to herself as she lifts her hips and shimmies off her jeans. “This is so bizarre. I don’t even like you.”

“You like me enough to want my mouth on your cunt,” I point out.

“That’s true,” she agrees as she pushes her jeans to her ankles. I help remove them as I drop to my knees, undisturbed by the wet grass. Then I start exploring, my hands grazing over her long, smooth legs. I smile, staring at that ridiculous shirt that says, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

I keep my gaze on her golden eyes, not wanting her to look away, as I run my hands up her inner thighs. Her body’s tense and I notice the small telltale signs of her apprehension.

My life revolves around sex, noticing people’s subtle shifts in mood, and discovering and exploiting their pleasure is what I specialize in. I reach the curve of her hip and black panties and then pause.

“Are you sure?” I ask. She doesn’t look away as she swallows and nods her head. I still don’t break eye contact as I lean down and kiss her through her panties. I swirl my tongue against the material, licking between her folds and circling her swollen bud. She looks transfixed. I lick deeper, and a small moan escapes her lips, and her hips tilt up to meet my wet stroke.

I smirk, quite enjoying how responsive her body is. I push her panties to the side and slide a finger between her folds. The moment I slip my finger inside her, her head tips back.

“Don’t look away,” I demand. Her head snaps back to attention. Once I have her gaze locked on me again, I begin to play with her, pumping into her with long, leisurely strokes.

Another small moan escapes her, and I can’t help but dip my gaze to her lips. Lips I’ve been watching all night. When she spoke, when she took a drink from her champagne flute, and when she laughed. I imagined what they might look like around my cock.

Fuck.

My cock is painfully pressing against my pants. Her hips tilt up to meet my second finger as she slowly begins to ride my hand.

“Posie,” I growl, noticing her attention starting to waver as she looks from my face to where my fingers are fucking her. I want her to know exactly who’s making her come undone.

“Hmmm?” she replies in a haze, her gaze shifting back up.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth?” I ask, placing a kiss on her folds. Her hips immediately raise—needy little thing.

It’s been a long time since I’ve so desperately wanted a woman to shatter into pieces because of me. In spite of me. And I fucking love knowing that as much as she wants it, she can’t stand me, and this fact alone makes it all the more rewarding.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good girl.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her legs immediately spread wider as the light from a passing car filters into the back seat. I hold one of her thighs down, stroking the inside so she isn’t distracted from what I’m doing to her. I continue pumping my fingers into her tight pussy.

I don’t want to think of any man who was here before me, but I’m sure as hell going to destroy her for every man after. A woman like this deserves to be worshipped.

She tastes like everything I thought she would and more.

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