Page 3 of Mr. Cream
Ambrosia
In the back of the car, I hesitate for a moment.Your parents taught you better than this, I scold myself. But then I remember how it felt to be on my knees in front of a magnificent man like Devon. I felt confident, sexy and powerful. When Devon ordered me to strip once I was inside the car, I didn’t have a second thought. Until now.
Now I’m not so sure that I’m ready to give a complete stranger my virginity.
There isn’t any time though to overthink because the sound of a door opening and then closing spurs me into action. I hear voices – male voices – and one of them is definitely Devon’s. I start tugging at my jumpsuit, scrambling to get it unzipped and off before he opens the door.
When he finally does, my clothes are in a messy pile on the floor next to my feet and I’m a trembling, nervous mess.
“Spread your legs and places your hands on your thighs.” Those are the only words he says to me, waiting until I comply. A smile of satisfaction spreads across his lips and his eyes darken with hunger as he watches me. Then he turns his attention to the driver. “Anders, we’re headed to the Fairmont.”
“Yes, sir,” the driver, Anders, responds.
Devon presses a button on the door and a screen glides up easily, affording us even more privacy. It hadn’t even occurred to me that the driver might have watched my quick striptease.
“Relax, baby. Anders is well-trained in not seeing what happens in this backseat,” Devon reassures me. His comment makes me wonder just was has transpired in this backseat and a flash of jealousy surges through me.
“Now, let’s see how pink and pretty your pussy is,” he purrs before kneeling in front of me. The back of the town car is spacious and easily accommodates a man of Devon’s size, even when he’s on his knees.
He places his hands over mine and leans forward, gently blowing on my heated center. Shivers race up and down my spine.
“Are you wet, Ambrosia?”
“Yes, sir.”
Devon groans with approval. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that, baby. It makes me feel like a king.”
One of his hands slides down my thigh and his fingers dance lightly on my skin before parting my folds. He leans in closer and runs his tongue lightly along my slit. He inhales my scent and runs his nose along my inner thigh.
“You taste like heaven and smell like sin,” he moans. “How am I going to control myself?”
A whimper escapes me lips because I feel the exact same way. I’m dying for him to place his mouth on me again, to lick and suck and take what he needs because I need it too. I’ve been waiting for a man like Devon to come along. My body instantly recognized him and submitted.
“What do you want, Ambrosia? Tell me.”
“I want your mouth,” I say desperately.
He sits up and kisses me deeply, allowing me to taste my arousal on his tongue. When he pulls back, he quietly says, “There, now you’ve had my mouth.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I protest.
“Where do you want my mouth, baby?” He senses my hesitation and chuckles. “I thought you said that not all virgins were good girls. Show me how dirty you are, Ambrosia. Tell me where to put my mouth.”
“On my pussy,” I groan.
“Good girl.” And then he rewards me by covering my pussy with his mouth, lapping up my juices, sucking my clit to a hard peak.
With my hands still on my thighs, I shift slightly and raise my hips. His hands hold me in place while he feasts. My body starts to tense, the pressure of desire building inside of me until I burst and come on his tongue.
My body jerks as Devon continues to lightly kiss and nibble at my sensitive core until I dare to release one hand and grab at his thick, dark hair. “Devon,” I breathe out. “No more.”
“There will be plenty more, baby. I promise.”
Devon’s promise is torture. After an oral orgasm, he moves to sit beside me and with my legs still spread, plunges his fingers into my pussy. He keeps me right on the edge for the rest of the car ride, teasing me with long, slow strokes.
“We’re almost there,” he whispers in my ear. He kisses my cheek softly and asks, “Would you like to come one more time? Or do you think you can wait?”
At this point, I’m beyond needy. My body is tense with desire, ready for release but I want to please Devon. “I can wait,” I reply softly.
His fingers slide out of me and he brings them up to his mouth, licking and sucking each one before he leans across to kiss me. The taste of myself is stronger on his tongue and I can’t help but enjoy it. We break apart and he smiles, brushing is fingers lightly across my cheek.
“Good girl,” he praises me.
Every moment that we’ve shared together in a few short hours flashes before me and I start to realize one important thing about myself: I want to be his good girl. I want to please him and make him smile. Any doubt that I once had about letting Devon take my virginity is gone. All of my hesitations have been replaced with desire. The desire to please him. The desire to know him. The desire to claim him as mine.
When the car stops, Devon levels me with a serious expression. “This is your last chance to escape, Ambrosia. Once we leave this car, you’re mine. I’m not giving you up.”
“I was yours the moment you touched me,sir.”
