Page 97 of Oblivion

Glancing around, I’m grateful that the sidewalk is pretty deserted. Biting my lip, I turn to look at him as I slowly part my legs.

“Lift your butt,” he orders.

I do as he says, planting my feet to the floor and lifting my butt out of the seat.

“I’m going to fuck you all night, over and over and over again, and every time I pump my come into you, you’ll thank me, and you’ll wear the plug until I say you can take it out,” he snaps, his tone clearly annoyed.

“Okay,” I agree, willing to say whatever I have to so I don’t have to have dinner with my parents wearing a kinky sex toy.

Instead of just pulling the toy free, he pulls it out, then pushes it back in, fucking me with it, while he finds my clit, pinching and rubbing, hurtling me into a release and forcing me to orgasm so quickly it actually hurts.

Once the smell of sex has filled the car, he slips the plug free, puts it into a bag he pulls from his pocket, and stashes it in the car’s center console.

“Let’s go,” he says, his lips pressed together into a firm line.

“Can I have my panties? Please,” I croak, my voice rough, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

Narrowing his eyes, he reluctantly pulls my underwear from his pocket and holds them out to me.

When I reach out to take them, he snaps his fist shut around it, then jerks his head, motioning for me to come to him.

Leaning over, I press my lips to his. “Thank you for being reasonable.”

“All night, Sammy. I’m not joking. I’m going to be inside you all night long. I’m going to breed you over and over, and even if you beg me to stop, I won’t.”

Nodding jerkily, I feel my core clench and tighten with excited anticipation.

By the time Evan slows to a stop at the valet stand, I’m bristling with need while he looks like he’s the epitome of calmness. Sometimes, I love how unflappable he is. It’s a trait that all of the guys have, and I wonder if it’s something that they were taught as kids. To never show emotion, to treat it as a weakness.

“I’ll get her door,” he tells the valet, straightening his jacket as he opens my door and holds his hand out for me to take.

Placing my palm against his, I let him help me out, leaning into him when he slips his arm around me and pins me to his side.

“I should clean up,” I whisper, as we step into the hotel lobby.

“No,” he says firmly. “If you’d have kept the plug in, then you wouldn’t have to worry about my cum dripping out of you. Now you’ll have to clench to make sure you don’t leave a wet patch.”

It takes every ounce of my self-control not to gasp with outrage when I glance up and find his lips tipped into a smug smile.

“Asshole,” I hiss, but I don’t fight him when he steers us to the restaurant, telling the hostess what name our reservation is under.

Instead of our table being in the main restaurant, the hostess leads us to a small private room where my parents are waiting for us. The moment I see my mom and her eyes widen, I realize my mistake. I’m dressed like California me, not DC me. Her disapproval is plain to see, and I silently curse myself for not dressing more conservatively. There’s nothing wrong with my dress per se. It’s a deep emerald-green bodycon Dolce and Gabbana cocktail dress. The skirt ends below the knee, but the sweetheart neckline and thin straps definitely show off more of my cleavage than my mama would ever deem appropriate.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hartley, it’s lovely to see you both again,” Evan says, guiding me forward as he greets my parents easily.

“Evan, good to see you,” Dad says, standing and stepping around the table to shake Evan’s outstretched hand.

“Hi, Daddy,” I say once he releases Evan, leaning into him and kissing his cheek. The smell of his familiar spicy cologne fills my nose and settles some of my nerves.

“Hello, sweetheart. Congratulations,” Dad whispers.

“Mrs. Hartley,” Evan purrs, lifting my mom’s hand and kissing the back of it smoothly.

“Hello again, Evan,” Mama says, her Southern twang curling around each word.

“Hey, Mama,” I say, wishing my voice didn’t sound as meek as it does as I lean in to her.

“Where on earth did you get that dress?” she whisper yells against my ear.

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