Page 60 of Wrapped in Silver

The look in her eye is tantalizing and feral. She’s hopped up like she did a line of coke in the body shop.

“C’mere, Silver. You’re right. You saved me. I’m being ungrateful.” She unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs seductively over to press against my side.

Her hood is still on. There’s a cut on her lip, and a slight black circle under her eye, and I’m not sure if I was ever more attracted to someone in my life. Her full lips, aggressive demeanor.

“You can’t stop getting yourself into trouble, can you, kid?” I focus only on the road.

She grabs onto my shirt, looking at my lips.

“You know the whole game’s changed now, right?” I arc an eyebrow her way, but still only focus forward.

“I don’t want to think about that right now.” Her hands press hard on my chest as she comes in to kiss my neck.

“Sit.”I push her back with one hand, and can feel the gasp leave her chest.

Her heart’s beating fast as she squirms in her seat. The way her body yearns for mine takes over the reptilian side of my brain. I’m no longer in control.

She’s looking at me, saying nothing as my hand inches over her breasts, enjoying how her back arches in hopes I’ll go farther down.

“Don’t fucking move,” I bark, and her hand grasps the side panel as I claw over her belly. I kiss her gently on the cheek to tell her this is just a sick game of mine, and a kiss right back tells me she’s game.

“You alright?”

“More than alright, Silver,” she moans softly. “Have at it.”

“Say the word if I go too far,” I growl.

“Don’t think I will.”

Her skin is so smooth and perfect. It’s like I’m stealing the light of her youth. What a terrible, nasty demon I’ve become.

We hit a red light on our way off the highway, and I’m not sure if the windows are tinted enough. Quinn runs a hand through her hair with her eyes closed, biting her lip, while some schmuck in the car beside ours is on his way to a corporate job with his morning Starbucks.

He glances over, and I’m not sure what he sees, but I don’t care either.

My finger digs under her tights, over the prickly hairs guarding her pussy, and into the river of parting lips awaiting me. I’ve dreamt about this for hours in my restless nights, just like I daydream of protecting her when the sun’s out.

The fuck have I become?

My fingers are hugged like a warm wet glove as both of her hands strangle my wrist. Her feet flex and her body lurches up as a moan escapes her. She looks at me with those feral, burning eyes. It’s back. The life inside her is back tenfold. It brings a grin to my lips.

Her moan turns me on indefinitely. It won’t leave my mind for years to come. This isn’t right. She’s broken and tattered and too young for me. Then why am I digging another finger into her? And why then does she beg for more?

Without a care in the world, she lifts her shirt and plays with a handful of her perky breast. The curve in her stomach as she arcs her back could be a painting.

“Mm. Silver. Take me with that big cock,”she moans in a seductive voice. Her hand reaches for me, but my finger rubbing over her clit short circuits everything.

“What did I tell you? Stay right where you are,” I command.

“Do whatever you want to me,” she begs.

“I plan on it,” my voice makes her shiver, and when I pull my fingers out of her drenched slit, she uses all her force to bring them up to her mouth. When the suction of her lips takes all of her own juice, I’ve officially lost to lust.

I pull off a busy street, down a residential block where I jam the car awkwardly in park and roll the seat all the way back.

Her eyes become alive at my actions.

“You want more?” I hold her gaze.

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