Page 61 of Whispered Sins

Kind of sexy.

She nodded.

A few minutes later, I heard a honk outside. I pushed open the doors and led Addison to the car where we quickly clambered inside.

“Where to, sir?” asked Armand, tilting the rearview mirror to meet my eye.

I didn’t want to assume that Addison was coming home with me, as much as I wanted her to. I knew things were complicated, but tonight had gone so well. I was torn for a moment before defeatedly telling him to go to Brooklyn.

“Did you have a nice night?” I asked her softly, as I mentally beat myself up inside for not just taking her home.

“Mhmm,” she said, chewing on her cheek.

She seemed quiet. Upset. Was she hoping to go home with me?

She leaned against the far side of the car, looking up at the lights of Times Square. Her eyes looked like they were dancing against the red and yellow lights. The red dress rode up, the slit revealing her perfect legs. Her hair hung softly behind her back, revealing the perfect gap between her breasts. We had barely left the theater, and I felt like I was already running out of time to fulfill the urges suddenly coming over me.

I reached over and placed my hand on her smooth knee, hoping to gauge her reaction. She looked away from the window and her eyes fell to my hand that so desperately needed to be between her legs. Then her eyes locked on mine.

I slid my hand further up her leg and stopped just at her inner thigh. I hovered over her now, our breaths growing heavier as they moved in and out of us in sync. She blinked slowly before giving me the smallest of nods.

Game on.

I reached over to the center console and flipped a switch. The divider between the backseat and the front slowly rose.

“I didn’t know it did that,” whispered Addison. I could sense some nerves in her throat.

I smiled down at her as my hand moved up the rest of her thigh, until my fingertips met the fabric of her panties. They were a soft lace. I wondered if she had worn them for me.

I began moving my fingers in swirling motions against her, as I watched her head fall back and her eyes close. Her neck lay there exposed, as I lowered my lips against her. I trailed my tongue across the nape of her neck as my fingers moved more quickly against her. I could feel her squirm below me.

She lifted her hips and I reached up for the waistband, pulling the lace down her thighs and to her ankles, tossing them aside. My hands slid up the silky fabric of her dress, feeling the smoothness of her body and knowing there was really nothing in my way now. I pulled the fabric of her dress up so it clung just above her hips.

I lowered myself and breathed against her, watching her watch me. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue against her slowly. She was already deliciously wet. I groaned at the sweet taste of her, causing vibrations to run through her. She closed her eyes tightly and grabbed the armrest behind her, her fingers turning white. I reached up and gripped her hips, pulling her against my open mouth. As I kissed her, I brushed her lips open with my thumb, tasting more of her.

Moans escaped her throat as she grabbed onto my hair. Her legs shivered as I kept my hands firmly on her hips, to keep her from squirming and leaving my hungry mouth. Her grip on my hair tightened as the heat built inside her. I flicked my tongue against her quickly. Knowing the power I had over her in this moment made my erection grow harder against my pants.

I felt her spasm as a throaty moan escaped her and the sweet taste of her filled my mouth. Her legs had stopped reflexively moving and were now weak on either side of my face. I licked my lips and smiled up at her, her eyes dreamlike.

“Fuck,” she whispered, releasing her grip from the armrest.

She sat up, pulling at my face to sit up with her. We sat facing each other as she tried to catch her breath. She looked at my lips before pulling me in for a kiss, the taste of her dancing between our tongues. Her hands grazed my thighs, moving up toward my waist. She undid the button with ease and pulled the zipper down slowly. She pushed my chest, my back meeting the seat as she lowered herself to the floor of the car. Never breaking that fuckable eye contact, she grabbed the waistband of my pants and briefs, and pulled them down, my erection on full display.

She sucked in a quiet breath before the warmth of her breath brushed against my cock, causing all my nerves to heighten. She licked her lips before parting them slightly. I closed my eyes as I felt the distance between her mouth and me close. Her lips brushed against my tip and then the wet smoothness of her tongue swirled around me. Tasting me. I felt a spine-tingling jolt run up my spine.

I had to watch. I opened my eyes and watched as her mouth opened wider, her lips moving further down the length of my shaft. Every inch of me disappeared into her mouth, and then reappeared slowly. She moved her mouth up and down, faster now, her tongue licking the bottom base. I clutched the headrest behind me and lifted my hips instinctively, filling her mouth even more. She held me deep in her throat. I let out a growling moan.

“Come here,” I whispered.

She pulled her mouth from me and looked up, her lips wet and holding back a coy smile.

“I need to feel you. Now.” I said, an animalistic demand to my voice.

She grabbed the seat and pulled herself up so she was face to face with me. I grabbed her hips, tugging her dress up before pulling her on top of me. She placed each leg on either side of me, straddling me. I could feel her wetness against the base of my cock.

She moved up the length of me slowly, teasingly, before moving back down.

I reached up and pulled at the low neckline of her dress. Her breasts easily spilled out in front of me, mine for the taking. They were bigger than the last time. I cupped them in my hands, barely able to hold their entirety. I leaned in and ran my tongue around each of her perfect pink nipples, causing them to harden against my mouth.

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