Page 75 of Maid in America

He fumbled with the button on her shorts. Her chest heaved as he tugged down her zipper, exposing the lacy black fabric obscuring the bald, sensitive skin beneath.

Kneeling up on the seat, he climbed across to her, his lips pressing against hers more gently this time, thumbs hooking her underwear, other fingers clenching, pulling down, prying all fabric off her ass like a magician trying to whip away a tablecloth while leaving the plates. She bucked her hips up to assist, helping him yank her clothes roughly down her thighs, stopping at her ankles.

His eyes lapped at every inch of silky smooth skin, narrowing with a look of barely-contained desire. He unzipped his pants, reached in, and fisted the bulge, giving himself a stroke outside the fabric of his briefs.

He tugged her shorts and panties around her untied shoes, tossing the wadded clothing onto the floorboard.

“Spread your pretty little legs for me,” he murmured with a groan. “Show me how you want me to touch you. Show me how you like to be touched.”

A heady mixture of lust and want washed through her, dampening everything between her legs as she propped a foot high up on the passenger seat headrest, the other trembling in the crevice of the back seat. She slid her hands down to her wet, aching pussy. As her fingers rounded her thigh, he watched intensely, like a man possessed. The sight of her fingertips swirling gently against her swollen clit made him feel light-headed.

“Fuck, baby. You look incredible,” he gritted out, voice lowering an octave beneath the weight of his desire.

He’d give every dime he had to stop time itself, making this moment last as long as it possibly could.

Her fingers glistened beneath the dome light’s beam. Barrett leaned through the seats and turned the radio dial slightly, changing the music to a song with a fitting tempo, one that pulsed like her strokes.

Chastity’s chest heaved, her eyes locked on his as they roamed her body. Her mouth fell open as the tight bundle of nerves between her legs shot a bolt of ecstasy through her. Her back arched at the pleasure brought to her by her own hands.

Barrett’s jealous mouth watched, parched like a man in the desert looking at the sweet, wet oasis that beckoned him.

A spot of pre-cum dampened the front of his pants, cowboy boots grinding noisily against the dirt and rocks beneath his feet. The cold night air nipped at his back while the heaters inside blasted.

His jaw tightened, greedy gaze locked on her shaking, parted legs. He scooped his arms under her knees and yanked her across the seat toward the open door.

She playfully yelped and giggled, and he dropped to his knees on the rough terrain. Barrett spread her thighs and dove in, lightly swiping his tongue up, savoring the taste of her. She gasped at the first contact and then relaxed, slowly tilting her hips up toward his mouth. He alternated between gentle sucks and languid strokes, stubble skimming her most intimate parts, sending goosebumps up her legs.

His moan vibrated against her, and soon, he felt her breath hitch and her muscles pulse. Her body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.

Enjoying every second of his lavish laps, Chastity shut her eyes, fingers moving through his black hair and gripping the back of his neck. The delicious sensation soon gave way to euphoria. Her entranced eyes pinched closed as another moan escaped her lips.

One of his hands snaked up the crease of her thigh, dipping beneath the hem of her blouse, pushing up her bra with his fingers before making contact with one of her piercings. Her back arched as he relentlessly rolled the studded pebble between his fingers.

Chastity groaned, pressing her clit against his mouth, chasing the high of another imminent orgasm.

Barrett pulled away and licked his glistening lips. “You’re a greedy little thing.I love it.”

She whined, body writhing, seeking more contact. He slowly blew cool air against her hot folds, watching her body grow rigid and then relax again. When he resumed, the renewed heat of his tongue against her skin brought her right back to the cliff’s edge, ready to plummet swiftly.

His lips and tongue pulled away, and his other hand made its way to her entrance. He inched two fingers inside of her, making her gasp.

“You like that?”

“Mmmm-hmmmm,” she purred, nodding at him.

“Whose pussy is this?” He slid his fingers out and back in again as slowly as he could possibly manage.

“Hmmmm?” He pressed in again, curling them up into her depths for pressure.

“Say it, Aphrodite.”

He slipped his fingers in a third time.

“Whose… fucking… gorgeous,” he sucked the juices off of her folds hard enough to pinken them instantly, “bare… little… pussyisthis, Aphrodite?”

“Yours,” she finally whispered, laying her head back and moaning from another plunge of his slippery fingers. “That’s your pussy.”

She shoved her hips down against him, sinking him deeper into her warmth.

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