Page 57 of Café Diablo

Damn!

It makes me want to make a slew of naughty lawyer jokes so I can annoy all six-foot three-inches of him.

Are you going to spank me, Counselor Voss?

Against my better judgement, I whimper—I can’t help myself—the sheer dominance of him swallowing up the entire truck-door opening is way too hot, and he takes it as permission to slide his rascal hands back over my cheeks and massage my ass.

His touch is aggressive, his index finger hooking under the string of my thong and toying with it as he pulls the fabric back.

Then suddenly, he yanks my thong all the way down.

“Damn!” I gasp, looking back at him with my eyes blazing, my panties suddenly at my ankles. The man that I’ve spent every encounter with scandalizing has just bared my pussy in less than thirty seconds! “You naughty naughty—”

Only, Edwin thrusts one of his fingers inside me and I’m silenced!

I’m not really ready for him, not as wet as I want to be, but he still stretches me breathlessly with that thick digit.

“Edwin! Oh god, you—!”

“I don’t need the blanket,” he gruffs out, pumping his finger inside me and making me soften. His dominance makes me so hot that I know it’ll be only a few more thrusts before he can stretch me with more than one of his fingers.

“Damn, Counselor,” I tease, using his lawyer lingo. After all, he’s fingering me in that sexy Armani power-suit like I’m the next witness he’s going to obliterate. “It’s hot when you decide to take what you want!”

“I like to win.”

“And how exactly do you plan to win at this little—”

He thrusts a second finger inside me and I go hoarse at his exquisite penetration, slicking immediately and hoping that he might grant me the pleasure of a third finger in a minute.

I bite my lip, stretched and sore and loving every second of his sudden domination. I pump my hips, arousing myself on the end of his fingertips when he grabs my left knee and hauls my leg up toward the steering wheel.

I’m so startled and turned on by his aggression that I cream as he takes command. He positions my knee against the truck’s dash, propping me open so he has more access. My knee digs into the hard plastic of the console, and honestly, it’s not very comfortable, but I’m so excited that I don’t really care if my knee ends up bruised when he’s done. I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do next!

Edwin slides his fingers out of my pussy and wickedly rings my clit with my own slick. It’s rough and unapologetic and makes my hips buck.

“Jesus, Edwin,” I gasp. “You realize this is a public beach?”

“A public beach that’s at the end of a damn mudslide of a road,” he growls out in response. “Do you really think anyone is coming down that death trap just to watch us fuck?”

I whimper and look back at him, my eyes glazed and my pussy throbbing.

Hearing him say fuck like that completely does me in!

“Mmmmm!” I practically grovel. “You have no idea what talking dirty like that does to—”

Only, my words fall away, because his hands are pulling his cock out of his pants.

His thick, beautiful cock that I now know how talented he is with.

We joked about selling my kidney for ten minutes of legal advice, but I’d sell every vital organ for another chance to ride that velvet shaft.

I don’t know if I’m just gawking, or if sounds and pleas are spilling out of my mouth, but Edwin strokes himself hotly before snarling, “See something you want?”

I probably nod, or drool, or whimper like a small animal, because his gaze gets dark and more harsh, like he’s going to punish me for making those noises.

“You want to be fucked?” he asks, pulling out a condom and tearing open the package with his teeth. My eyes dilate as he slides it on, because in just a second I’m going to know exactly what it feels like to be fucked by Edwin Voss from behind.

Hot damn!

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