Page 8 of Deepest Obsession

He slips the strap of my dress off my shoulder. “He doesn’t care. This is what he’s paid to do.”

Jealousy tinges my thoughts. Does he do this often with other women? But before I can ask, Alexander brushes his thumbnail over my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.

My back arches at his touch.

Then he grabs me and turns me so my back is pressed against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder. His hand is on my dress, trying to pull it down to uncover my breast, but the fabric won’t give. Until he yanks the strap, ripping it off, and jerks my dress down.

Gasping, I glance at the driver. The layer of plexiglass gives us a tiny bit of privacy, but if he were to glance at his rearview mirror—

Two fingers pinch my nipple, hard, and I squirm at the pain.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Alexander forces my thighs open and pulls my thong to the side, exploring me.

His fingers feel like fireworks. I moan as he works my clit and my nipple, more gently this time.

He holds me there, kissing my jawline, undoing me with just a few fingers.

I shudder, struggling to keep my eyes open. Bliss—this is bliss. No one has ever been able to do me the way he has, and now that he’s here, touching me, exploring me... How could I ever let this go?

The car slows to a stop, and I grip his leg, my eyes opening. It’s just a stoplight. The driver’s eyes are still on the road. For now.

“That’s right, little bird,” Alexander whispers in my ear. “All it’d take is a glance—either from him or anyone driving past us. They’d see you splayed out on my lap, exposed and shaking and needing more.”

He pinches my nipple, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My lips part, but no sound comes out.

“Did you think I’d forget that you’re a naughty little exhibitionist, Sophia?”

A whimper escapes my mouth, and then the first wave hits me. My body jerks, and his hand moves to cover my mouth and stifle my cry. His arms hold me still, entrapping me while setting me free, as he continues with feather-light strokes on my clit until I’m quivering in his arms.

“That’s it, little bird.” He kisses the side of my head. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

I instantly obey, crawling off of him and kneeling on the seat. He’s unzipping his pants, and I watch with a hunger I’ve tried to suppress for years. When his cock pops out of his underwear, I let out a tortured whimper.

“Lick.”

For a moment, I don’t move, just taking him in as streetlights wash him in golden and red hues. His dark hair is messy now, falling over his forehead. The top buttons of his shirt are undone. He looks like a god.

“Now.” Alexander grabs my hair and shoves my face down.

I take his tip into my mouth and moan. I’ve thought about this more times than I care to admit—the way he felt in my mouth, how much I loved the way he grabbed my hair and moved me around.

I lick his shaft up and down, gripping his legs as he shudders. He grinds against my lips, and I open, just for him to thrust himself into my mouth.

“Fuck, Sophia.” He holds my head in place, hitting the back of my throat over and over again.

I gag a bit—it’s been a while since I’ve done this—but don’t pull away. Not that I could. Not that I want to.

After a minute, he slows, panting. His grip on my hair loosens, and I move my head up and down, stroking him with my tongue as I do. Then I reach one of my hands down to cup his balls and suck on his tip, circling it with my tongue.

He moans, and I feel his hand tightening around my hair again. “Still can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”

In response, I take as much of him in as I can. And then he takes control again, shoving my head up and down. I let out a strangled groan, but he only goes harder.

Tears drip from my eyes, falling onto his legs. I give his balls a light squeeze, and he grunts as his cum coats the back of my throat in spurts.

I swallow it all, and when he releases my head from his grasp, I cough and choke in air. A tear falls onto my cheek, and he brushes it off with his thumb.

“Now clean up the mess you’ve made.”

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