Page 125 of Sparks Fly
She nods, her head pressed against mine as she watches me. “Only for you,” she whispers, her breath catching as I slip two fingers inside her delicate thong and push inside of her. Her head hits my shoulder as I pump then in and out at a slow and torturous pace.
“You drive me wild, Ace,” I murmur as I press my lips against her neck, placing soft kisses against her pulse point.
Her body falls apart beneath me, her cunt tightening around my fingers and I groan. Nipping at her skin, my insides coil, and my cock throbs in my trousers, desperate to be inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers as my thumb brushes against her clit.
“Oh, baby,” I grumble.
Her fingers fumble with the button, and our lips crash together, our kiss messy as desperation invades both of us. Mycock is in her hands, and she pumps them up and down, pre cum sitting at the tip. My haze filled gaze drops between our bodies, and I am so fucking turned on watching her. Slipping my fingers from her, I curl my hand around hers and line myself up at her soaked opening. Nudging into her tight cunt, I tease her as I edge in and out.
“Creed,” she whimpers.
Her eyes are locked on mine, her fingers curled around the balustrades as I roll my hips forward, filling her in one swift thrust. She gasps, her knuckles turning white as her other hand claws the carpet beneath her.
“You feel so good,” I say, pulling out to the tip before filling her again. I slip the strap of her dress down, I release her full tits and my hot mouth edges forward. I lock my lips around her nipples, flicking my tongue, caressing the sensitive skin. This isn’t soft and slow, this is hard, punishing, almost aggressive as I drive my cock in and out of her soaked pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, biting on my bottom lip. Her hand skims down her body as she teases her clit with her fingers and it drives me wild.
“You’re so hot. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine,” I rasp.
My tongue in her mouth and I feel her back begin to bow beneath me. Her breaths are ragged, and I know she is getting close.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I coax.
She turns her beautiful blue eyes on me and I watch as she comes undone beneath me. Her glossed lips part as a moan escapes, her cheeks turning pink. Watching her come has become one of my favourite things to witness.
When I am satisfied that she has given me everything, I fill her pretty pussy full of me. Lowering my lips to her forehead, I press soft kisses against her dewy skin, inhaling her scent, letting myself soak in every second.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Anaïs
I amin love with Singapore. This was one leg of the races I didn’t attend with Royce. I’m unsure why, maybe our schedules never aligned, but now I’m working for Saint Onyx, I never had to worry about missing a race again.
We have a few days down time, and Rue is living her best life. We cram in as much as we could. We enjoy a cruise down the river one afternoon after lunch, take a ride the Singapore Flyer, and paid a visit the Gardens by the Bay. We even dip down to Chinatown all before our workdays kick in.
I walk down the corridors with Rue following. Creed had allowed me to bring her along as a little shadow, watching what I done. He told me I could take her on as my assistant, but I have no idea if this is even something she would be interested in.
“I just cannot get over how they manage to move everything and set up a full garage and the team motorhomes.” She shakes her head in disbelief.
“I know.” I catch her gaze over my shoulder as I swipe us through to the team café.
“So much work,” she says in awe as she follows me.
“Yup, it’s a well-oiled machine.” I smile at her as I move towards the counter and order a coffee to go; Rue orders the same.
“Has to be, I suppose.”
“And why are we the seventh along?” she asks, her brow raising as she rests her elbow on the countertop.
“Because we are currently sitting seventh in the constructors, that’s where we finished last year. The higher you are, the closer you get to the top.” I wink and thank the young girl as I take my coffee and move across to the condiments table, adding to sugars, and Rue mirrors me.
“Ah I see.” She bobs her head “See, I enjoy the racing. Of course, I do, I live in Monaco. But I’ve never really understood it.” She blinks. “I know that sounds awful…” she trails off and I shake my head, giving her a warm smile.
“It doesn’t, babe.” I tilt my head. “I was dating a race driver and still didn’t understand certain things. Since working in this field, I have learnt so much more.”
“Makes sense.” she hums as I am on the move again. “Where are we going now?” she asks, the sound of her flip flops clicking behind me.
