Page 49 of My Darling Mayhem

Wren wet her lips, then ducked her face. “Seeing you with him…it’s...” She stared down at her lap like she was nervous. “Seeing you be so good to him does something to me. It makes me want to…”

“To?” I asked, spreading my knees apart, hoping this would lead to kissing again.

“Touch you.” Her amber eyes were on me in a flash and then darted away. Her lips were so full and perfect. This same woman had said the most filthy things to me with her entire chest ready to get fucked. Now she seemed timid, almost shy.

I unbuckled my seat belt, hovering over the middle console with my hands shoved in her hair, gently pulling her face to mine.

I thought up all the ways I had been fantasizing about her. How I’d wanted to lay her flat and taste every inch of her. How I had pictured exact moments like this, where we were just randomly making out in a parking lot, casually on the way to work.

My cock swelled in my slacks, which had me releasing a low groan. It must have encouraged her because Wren was suddenly shoving her coat off.

“I had something else in mind, but I’m not about to have you pump the brakes, so you need to tell me if you’ll be okay with more?”

I sat back and patted my leg. “I pumped the brakes because I want you to take me seriously, but I’m at the point where I need you to touch me, Wren. I’ll beg if you want.”

She smiled slightly before crawling over the console and into my lap.

With her pencil skirt, she couldn’t straddle me, so I just held her in my lap, tilted her chin, and continued kissing her. Her arms were tethered at my neck, and her ass was over my erection, which I knew she felt. Especially when she started rocking her hips, making her ass move back and forth.

I let out a hiss, which broke our kiss. “Thought you were going to touch me. You ready to show me, beautiful?”

“Push the seat all the way back and raise the steering wheel as high as it will go,” she whispered against my mouth.

I did as she requested, providing a little more space near my legs.

Wren gave me a devilish smirk before slipping off my lap and sliding down onto the floor, where she fit between my knees. Her hands came to my thighs, and I stared down at her, unsure ofwhat she was about to do because, surely, I was hoping for too much.

Her fingers gently tugged on my zipper, releasing the fabric button that held my slacks up. Her red fingernails dug under the band of my boxers, and she was gripping my length, her mouth parting as she pulled it completely free.

“So thick,” she whispered, staring up at me. It made me think of the other night when we’d stopped, and her filthy mouth had me nearly coming in my jeans.

“Shit,” I rasped, watching as she held the base and merely stared at it in wonder. Ever so slowly, she leaned forward and licked over the tip of my erection, swirling her tongue around the precum that coated it.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, which made my balls tighten and my hand go to her hair.

“You seriously about to suck my cock right now, beautiful?”

Her gaze slid up, and with a smile, she wrapped her red lips entirely around me and slid down my length. Silky, caramel hair was a curtain around her face while she bobbed up and down on my cock. I inhaled a sharp breath, relishing how good she looked on her knees, barely fitting under my steering wheel but making it work just the same.

“That’s it, Wren. You’re so fucking perfect.” I hissed, closing my eyes and keeping my hand on her head. Fuck this felt good.

She hollowed her cheeks, which had her going even lower, then let up, repeating the process.

“I need you to take me deeper. I want to hit the back of that throat, Wren.”

She rose on her knees, and with the base of my cock in her fist, she started going deeper, but I tugged her chin, which had her letting me go. With her mouth open, her red lipstick, and a ring around the base of my dick, I smiled at her.

“I think you want me to fuck your throat the way I want to. Tap my thigh if it’s too much, okay?”

She smiled and nodded before readjusting herself over my slick length.

I gripped her hair and forced her down even farther. She started gagging, and I nearly came on the spot. Once she tapped my thigh, I let her go, and she came up for air, then immediately went back down, not caring that saliva was dripping from her chin or trailing from my cock.

She took me again, and I lifted my hips. “Shittttt.”

My hold on her hair was rough as I rocked forward and began fucking her throat. She’d gag, then moan and keep me there, repeating the process until I couldn’t hold on any longer.

With a deep rasp, I warned, “I’m about to come down your throat, Wren…” I was breathing harshly as I held her there. “Tap my thigh if you want me to let you go.” She took me deeper, and I let out an agonized groan, pushing my cock to the back of her throat and coming so hard I nearly blacked out. I heard her gagging and moaning all at once while I filled her up.

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