Cillian raises his eyebrow at me when he opens the door and leans in to hold his hand out for me. I take it and climb out, a seductive expression on my face.
He takes it and runs with it. He draws me around to the front and slides me up on the low hood. Wiggling sexily, my heels still planted on the floor, I lift my dress up around my hips as he leans in for a deep kiss that sends sparks flickering over my skin. I eagerly reach for his pants and undo his fly, slipping my hand in to grab hold of his cock, pulling it out with a soft moan.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Always,” I purr, wrapping my legs around him so he can press his tip to my pussy. He drives in without comment, his hands grabbing my ass and dragging me further onto his cock.
He groans deep and low, kissing my neck before he bites down, sucking me harshly. There is going to be a massive love bite there, but I don’t care. I want the whole world to see it.
My pussy is soaking his cock as he pounds into me, right there in the middle of the parking lot. The excitement, the thrill is pushing me closer to the edge. Closing my eyes, I can feel the climax within reach, and it hits me like a ray of glittering light, warming up my blood as it fires through my veins, a cry of sheer pleasure escaping my lips. Cillian pants harder, pumping his hips against me, riding me like a bitch on heat and with a loud groan, he shoots his load into me at the very second a convoy of black SUVs pull up into the parking lot to witness me being fucked like a whore on this Ferrari, dripping cum out onto the expensive paintwork without a care in the world.
I can’t help the multiple orgasm that strikes me at the thought of being watched. I throw my head back and enjoy being the center of attention, for one moment and one moment only, because the first man I see get out of one of the Range Rovers, his dark eyes trained on me, makes my heated blood run cold.