Page 89 of Voracious

That sweetness turns to sin when she goes lower. I’m half looking at the road and confused as fuck at what she’s doing.

When her fingers land on my belt, I push my hips back. The first time she sucks my dick will be when I can see, not in the dead of fucking night. I can’t even tell her that when she switches back to being sweet.

“I want to make you feel good, please will you let me?”

Sitting on her knees waiting for me to agree like we both know I will, she turns on the autopilot feature.She’s a hellion, my hellion who is formidable and terrifying, but I’ll protect her with my life. Stretching over her, I clip the seat belt in place like it will do shit other than give me peace of mind. Her smile comes out, knowing she’s getting what she wants, and I undo my belt and zipper. I’m not prepared for the sight of her hand around me in the low light, all that’s missing is a ring on her finger.

Fuck me, when she wraps her lips around me, I’m dead. Ana hums as though this is the most pleasurable experience of her life and I stroke down her back. Reaching her ass, I squeeze and she’s perfect, pushing her panties off her hips with one hand. My perfect woman doesn’t stop there and plants one foot on the floor, opening herself up to me as she sucks on the tip of my dick.

“Fuck, you’re only on the tip and I’m close.”

She smiles up at me, threatening to kill us both as I collect her hair together, she keeps those magnificent eyes locked onme while leaving a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down my length. Her lips push out around me before she switches to her tongue and fully wrecks me. She licks every inch of my dick, but it’s the words on her tongue that have my heart soaring.

“I licked it so you’re mine.”

My hand flexes on her nape, pushing her head further down and my voice is too rough.

“Open up and take your dick, moya krasotka.”

Her smile is the widest it’s ever been and my weakness as she wraps that curve around me. She’s already soaked as I cup her pussy from behind, but she shakes her head when I try to push my fingers inside her. Taking her warm, wet mouth off my dick, she tilts her head up to look at me and softly asks, “This is for you, let me make you feel good like you do for me?”

My hand flexes with the urge to fuck her face, but I’m not going to pull on her hair when she’s worked so hard for the strands to stop falling out. She slowly lowers her mouth on me again and my head falls back to stop myself from coming down her pretty little throat.

“Fuucccckk.”

A groan works through my chest, vibrating around the car and Ana fucking moans around me. She’s leaking down her thighs as she slowly tortures me, bobbing up and down my dick.

“Is your pretty pussy soaked for my fingers or because of my dick in your mouth, lisichka?”

Letting me go with a wet pop, she strokes me from base to tip and flicks her tongue against my slit, lapping up my pre-cum with another moan. “You taste nice, I like it.”

My hand drops to her nape, and I squeeze as she hollows her cheeks, massaging me and she pushes her head down, taking me into the back of her throat.

The gag is better than any symphony, only beaten when it’s accompanied with choked moans — my woman is getting off onme like I do her. There’s nowhere for me to pull over and I can’t drag her off with her eagerness counteracting me. Pushing two fingers into her, my voice comes out rough, seeing the streetlights and usual traffic ahead.

“Up, no one sees you other than me.”

She pouts. She fucking pouts and huffs as she looks up and sees the same thing as me, other cars that would get a glimpse of her bent over which is never going to happen. She pulls her dress down and sits back in her seat to stare out of the window as she mumbles, “I was having fun.”

Her breath hitches as she watches the reflection of me tasting her from my fingers and she fidgets, squeezing her thighs together before tucking me away with longing.

THIRTY-FIVE

Ana

I’m needy and twitching with impatience. I’m going to kill Valentin, asshole. Why did he have to call Dima? He lives with Vlad and Tali; he could have asked them for whatever he needs. Trying to take my mind off what I want to do and can’t, I lay back and play my book with both earphones in. It’s a new release so I don’t have my favorite chapters yet, and each new page brings with it a new emotion.

I’m lost in the fake world and gasp as though it’s real. I reach for my phone so I can restart it to understand it better when silver eyes move into my vision. Dima plucks my earphone out with two fingers and raises a brow. “That good, lisichka?”

Nodding my head, I switch to speaker so he can hear it too. He pauses it and leans over me with his hand beside my head. There’s hurt in his eyes, and I forget about my book.

I trace his features with my finger and wait for them to pick back up like I’m used to. He’s never sad, grumpy sometimes, but he’s never upset. It morphs into rage when his phone buzzes and he kisses my forehead before moving away from me. Me and anger are longtime friends, so I follow after him, it’s my turn to repay the favor.

He stops me as I change into an appropriate outfit rather than his hoodie I’ve stolen. His touch is gentle as he holds my wrist, and his brows slowly comes together, cupping my cheek as he looks into my eyes with that crease deepening.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The anger isn’t in his voice, and I pull my hand free so I can put my t-shirt on. Pulling my hair out of my collar, I answer easily.

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