Page 92 of Fall to Me
I lean over and growl in her ear, “Remind you of anything,Kitten?”
“Yeah. It reminds me of something that’snevergonna happen again if you don’t give me my damn phone, Carter!”
“Nope. And you better hope we don’t get pulled over. I would love nothing more than to see your face turn fifty shades of red while this plays in the background as a cop writes your ticket.”
She side-eyes me.
How the fuck do women listen to this kind of shit and function? I wouldn’t be able to keep the vehicle on the damn road. We’re not even five minutes into the drive, and I’m over here adjusting myself in my seat and looking for the next exit so I can make her pull over. I bet she’d enjoy a little exhibitionism. I shift again thinking about my wife bent over the hood of this car.
This is hot as fuck, but also . . . now I know how she knows about Shabari, and I don’t think it has anything to do with personal experiences. That makes my smile a little brighter.
“This isn’t funny. Get a handle on those dimples, will you?”
“Why? Does it make you wanna take your panties off?”
“Who says I’m wearing any?” she asks as she presses harder on the gas.
Reaching over, I glide my fingertips up her thighs. They part on instinct, and I reach between her legs. Goddamn she’s soaked.
“This really does it for you, doesn’t it?”
“You know, there’s more to this book than smut. Thereisactual plot,” she says, grabbing my hand and trying to remove it.
I speak low in her ear, “Doubt that. Now, hike up your left leg, like a good fucking girl for me.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Put your foot on the seat and spread these sexy ass thighs, so I can feel your tight little pussy squeeze my fingers. Let’s see if you can stay between the lines.”
She hesitates but does as I say, and I push my fingers into her. Her wetness coats my fingers, and I thrust into her harder.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans.
Her foot presses down on the gas, breaking the speed limit and weaving in and out of traffic as she pants.
“What’s wrong, baby? Having a hard time keeping an even speed? Better slow down. You would hate for anyone to hear the dirty shit you listen to.”
“Goddamn, Carter. Fuck,” she moans as I curl my fingers up and press on her clit. Her eyes squeeze tight.
“Eyes on the road.”
Her eyes fly open, and her pussy begins to pulse and contract around my fingers.
“Oh, God,” she gasps as I finger fuck her through her climax.
I lift my head and look behind us.
“You think God can help get you out of this?” I ask as red and blue lights flash behind us.
She looks in the rearview mirror and drops her foot to the floorboard.
“Shit!”
Pulling off the highway, she reaches for the knob to adjust the volume, but I squeeze her thigh.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I singsong. “I warned you what would happen if we were pulled over.”
If looks could kill, I would certainly be dead. She reaches into the top of her dress and pulls up her boobs, then pulls her dress down further. Her breasts practically spill out of her tight little dress.
