Page 59 of One Night Only
And my dick is hard. Again. In fact, I don’t know if it’s actually been completely flaccid at all today. Now, as I drive, I’m forced to keep my focus on the road whenever I feel my gaze drifting to Emily sitting right there wearing those boots and that short dress. Chrissake.
My throat is thick and it’s hard to swallow as I shift in my seat. The city traffic is steady, and as we follow the West Side highway, all I keep thinking about are her legs, and how I know exactly what it feels like to have them wrapped around my head. I’m such a fucking creep.
“Are you okay?”
I glance at Emily to find her looking at me, a hint of worry in her big honey eyes.
I clear my throat. “Uh, yeah. I’m good.”
“You haven’t said a word since we got in the car,” she says after a moment. “And you’re clenching your jaw. I thought you were angry at me.”
“Woah. What?” I balk. “Why the hell—no. No way, baby.” I reach over and grab her hand. And it’s only now that I realize just how much that fucker before me ruined her confidence. I mean, I know he ruined her; he broke her in the worst possibleway. But back there, outside her apartment, when she asked if she should go change her dress, and now, thinking I’m pissed at her. I’m no therapist, but I’m sure this is all a result of the damage he did to her, and anger pricks the back of my neck.
“No, baby,” I say again, squeezing her hand gently as I meet her eyes. “Can I be totally honest with you?”
“Always,” she says softly.
I keep a hold of her hand, focusing on the traffic up ahead. “I’m just trying to concentrate on the road, because my dick is really fucking hard right now.”
I hear a sharp intake of breath, and I look at her again, flashing her a grin. “I’m trying to be a gentleman, but it’s… hard. Pardon the pun.”
A small smile curls her lips, and even in the dim light of the car, I can tell her skin is flushed, the fact that I’m so turned on is turning her on, and I am about five seconds away from pulling off to the side of the road and doing all sorts of depraved, nasty things to her right here in my car.
“Can I be honest with you?” Emily asks, her tone mysterious and laced with mischievousness that makes my balls ache.
“Please do.”
She hesitates, clamping that plump bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze flits about, like she’s checking for something. My brows knit together, interest sufficiently piqued, and then she does the last thing I’d been expecting. She takes my hand and gently pushes it up under the hem of her dress, urging it higher still, her legs shifting a little farther apart, and suddenly I’m met with… nothing. Nothing but her soft, smooth pussy. And my jaw fucking falls open at the realization that she’s not wearing any panties.
“Fuck,” I say under a breath, trying so hard to focus on the road while also wanting to watch her as she encourages my hand, my fingers.
I drag my middle finger up and down her slit, nudging alittle deeper each time. Her clit is swollen, and she’s already slick and so fucking warm.
Emily holds onto my wrist, shifting her hips and guiding me where she wants me. When I draw a lazy circle around her clit, she whimpers, and I feel my cock start to leak.
“Naughty girl,” I hiss, plunging my two middle fingers into her tight cunt, feeling just how fucking wet she is already. Or, maybe like me, she’s been wet all day. Man, I fucking hope so.
I fuck her with my fingers as best as I can, using the heel of my palm to press against her clit. She’s moaning, and when I catch a look at her, I’m taken aback by just how beautiful she looks right now.
A loud horn rips me from the moment, and I realize almost seconds too late that I’ve veered into the next lane. I’m forced to tear my hand away from Emily’s perfect pussy, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands before I kill us both.
“Shit, sorry, baby,” I manage through my own panting breaths.
When she doesn’t say anything, I glance at her to find that she’s taken over, her hand up her dress, thighs spread as far apart as the seat will allow, teeth digging hard into that puffy bottom lip as she works herself over.
“Look at you, Goldie,” I utter, taking the fingers I’d just had inside her and sucking them into my mouth as I look between Emily and the road ahead.
She turns her head, resting it against the back of the seat, staring at me through heavily hooded eyes as she chases her orgasm. Her pretty face is veiled with need and desperation as she fucks her own hand, and all I can do is watch while trying not to veer off the highway and send us flying into the Hudson.
“You’re so close aren’t you, baby?” I coo.
She nods, stifling a moan.
“Don’t hold back,” I say with a knowing smirk. “I want you to be as loud as you can be. Show me what I’m fucking missing.”
A long, drawn-out groan falls from her lips as she throws her head back.
“You gonna be a good girl and come for me, Goldie?”
