Page 41 of When It Rains He Pours

Pulling back, my lungs ached for air, while my lips pained for more. “My place or yours?” I asked, massaging her scalp with the tips of my fingers.

“I don't care, lets just get the hell out of here.” Her breathing was ragged and labored, her body melting into the chair as she rubbed her thighs together.

Waving my hand in the air, I signaled the waiter. “Check please.”

The limo was parked out front, and I didn't even wait for my driver, Fredrick, to get out and open the door. Yanking the door open, I could see Fred through the small window behind his seat. Bouncing my brows, he gave me a nod and put up the privacy barrier.

Shutting the door behind me, Glory was staring at me with a seductive look in her eyes.

Fuck, this woman is going to ruin me.

The car started to roll and I didn't give a shit where he took us. I didn't tell Fred to take us to the hotel or to her apartment. I had other plans, he was just going to have to wait for instructions.

My head was in a fog, consumed by the vixen beside me. The faint lighting off the running boards created a shadowy glow on her skin. My heart began to hammer inside my chest as she took in a deep breath and her tits pressed against the fabric.

That was it, there were no words for me to say to her. I couldn't think or focus on anything. My cock was engorged, ready to bust through the zipper and I had barely even touched her.

It was just a kiss. A simple kiss that threw my body into this state of arousal I had no control over. We stared at each other for a mere second, but that second felt like a lifetime.

Every detail I could find under the dim lights sent my heart into my throat and made my cock throb. Her hair and how the tendrils danced across her shoulders, her lips and how they formed the perfect heart shape, her cute little nose and how it lifted at the very tip ever so slightly; all of her, every last inch was perfection.

Pushing my hip against hers, I watched her chest rise and fall as she looked deep into my eyes. We didn't speak and we didn't need to; her body said everything I needed to hear.

Driving my lips onto hers, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, dancing it over the ridges. My hands found her hair, tugging it free from the elastic and letting all of it fall onto her shoulders.

Arching her back, Glory threw her hands around my face and curled her leg over my thigh. We were both struck with this animalistic passion as if a lightening bolt had blasted its way through the roof and hit us both.

Grabbing her hips, I guided her onto my lap. Her dress slinked its way up her thighs, giving me a clear view of the white lace panties underneath. Rocking her body, her pussy rubbed the bulge in my pants.

Pulling away, Glory nibbled my bottom lip as she moaned the sweetest coo I had ever heard. Plucking my lip with her teeth, her hips rolled hard and needy. Lowering her mouth to my ear, she whispered. “I need you.”

Her voice, those three little words that left her lips on nothing but air. . . They sealed me to her. If there was even the slightest doubt in my mind before about what I wanted, it was all gone now.

Laying my head back, I pushed her dress up higher, and pinched the thin sides of her panties. Glory raised up on her knees, allowing me to pull them down her thighs and toss them to the floor.

Her scent filled the limo, turning me wicked. I wanted to taste her, I wanted to lap her up with my tongue and let her sweet juice coat my mouth.

I was craving dessert, a special treat that would satiate the hunger in my veins.

Butterflying her legs around my hips, I moved my hand under her ass and thumbed her clit. “Fuck, you're so wet.” The pad of my thumb drew hard circles against her swollen bud, drawing out more moans and heavy breaths.

“You make me wet,” she said, barely able to form the letters as I teased her cunt, making her seep against my palm.

“This is mine.” My voice was husky and deep. Rubbing her clit harder, I slipped my finger inside her pussy. “All of this is mine.” The tone in my voice dropped as she rode my finger.

Grinding down, her pussy soaked my skin, dripping down my wrist. Glory started to move faster, her moans louder and less controlled. “Mm, oh, Liam. Mm, yeah, like that, just like that.”

Goosebumps jumped across her skin as I played her body like an instrument. Each cord created a new sound, each strum made her sing in ways that made my body ignite like a fuse.

“That's it, sing for me baby, let me know you like it.” Faster and faster I rubbed her clit, until her legs were shaking and her screams echoed around us.

Yanking my hand away, Glory glared at me like I had just eaten the last bite of cake. Lifting my fingers to my lips, I sucked her flavor off my skin with a playful smile on my face.

She tasted just like I imagined she would; like sweet icing, like perfectly cured scotch that's been waiting years for the right mouth to drink it down; like the woman I could fill my days and nights with and never get bored.

“Don't stop, please don't stop.” Begging me, her body was still moving, rolling against the rock hard muscle.

Her tender pleas plucked at my chest, making me want nothing more than to give her everything she could ever dream of.

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