Page 74 of Pirate

Intrigued, Pirate did as he was told. He also lowered the back. When she crawled over the center console and straddled his thighs, Pirate put his hands behind his head and looked up at her with lustful eagerness.

“Where’s your wallet?” she practically purred.

Knowing there was only one reason she’d need it, he answered, “Back right pocket.”

She reached under his ass to pull it out. He didn’t help her much, loving her touching him as she worked it out of his back pocket.

Sophia opened his wallet and pulled a condom out of the billfold. Normally, she kept a packet in her bra pouch too but she was wearing a lacy bra with the dress she had on and didn’t have pockets. He knew because, not only had he seen her get dressed, but she’d also asked him to carry her ID and credit card in his wallet tonight so she didn’t have to carry a purse.

Putting his wallet in the cupholder, Sophia put the edge of the condom packet in her mouth. Pirate raised both his eyebrows, beyond curious and incredibly turned on. As much as he loved being in control and dominating her, they had equally incredible sex when he took a step back and allowed her to take charge. It hadn’t happened often, and this was the first time since they’d started officially dating, but he loved the change of pace when it did.

Packet between her teeth, Sophia started to undo his belt and pants. She didn’t pull them down, only opened them enough to reach into his briefs and pull out his erection.

Fuck. Yes.

Sophia might tease him but she wouldn’t go so far as to trick him. If this was a tease, it would have been over before she pulled out the condom packet.

Sophia rolled the condom down his cock, tossing the wrapper into the cup holder by his wallet. When she started to sit up as if to place herself over his cock, Pirate stopped her with a hand on her hip. “Whoa, slow down. Are you wet enough to take me?”

There’d been no foreplay. The condom had some moisture to it, but not that much. As eager as he always was to be inside her, it would never be at the cost of hurting her.

“Trust me,” she replied. There was no deception in her voice and her eyes held as much lust as he was sure his did.

Pirate did trust her. He was confused as hell, but he did trust her. Sophia was wearing black leggings under a cute knee-length cocktail dress, plus her new trench coat and ankle-high boots. As far as he could tell, there was no reason for the condom because she was still fully dressed. But he trusted her. So he lowered his hand and put it back behind his head to let her continue on with…whatever this was.

Sophia got herself over him. Her skirt hid their hips from his view but he could feel the material of her leggings against his thighs and cock. Sophia reached under her skirt from behind, gripping his cock. Then she reached under from the front. He still couldn’t see what she was doing but, suddenly, he could feel her opening. Fuck, he’d know the feel of her wet pussy anywhere. What the fuck? Where did her leggings and panties go?

He jumped up slightly, trying to see under her skirt. “Are you wearing magic underwear, Soph?”

She smiled cheekily at him—and then sank down onto his cock.

“Oh my fucking God!” Pirate groaned, throwing his head back against the seat. Without any prep, she was so fucking tight. A wet, hot vice around his dick.

Then she started to ride him. Bucking her hips, Sophia planted her hands on his chest and picked up speed. Completely uncaring that they were in a parking lot where anyone could walk by at any time and see them.

Pirate took hold of her hips. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. God, you feel fucking amazing.”

“Pirate…” His name came out of her as sort of a groaning plea. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Me either,” he promised her. Fuck, he had no idea how he’d lastedthislong. The surprise of her sitting on him, the feel of herinner walls gripping him… He was teetering towards the edge, but he needed to bring her with him. “What do you need, Soph? I need you to get there.”

“I’m not…” She shook her head. Her hair was in a tight updo that Jasmine had helped her with earlier. As she tipped her face forward, some strands came loose. “I don’t know…” Her movements turned frantic.

Even without the ability to see beneath her skirts, Pirate sensed what she needed. He took hold of her hips, stopping her gyrations. Almost immediately, he started to pound up into her in quick succession. Over and over again, he slid in and out of her. Sophia let out a wild gasp and then cried out in wild abandon as her orgasm took hold of her.

The moment she started to pulse around his cock, Pirate felt his balls draw up. He shot into the condom as a wave of euphoria overtook him. They were both breathing extremely hard, shaking from the endorphins flooding their systems.

Not wanting to disconnect from her but needing the back support, Pirate lifted the back of his seat so he was mostly sitting up. Sophia leaned forward against his chest as she fought to catch her breath.

“By the way,” he gasped out, “I still have no idea what the hell you just modeled for me, but I’m entirely a fan of it. Whatever you bought, I want all the colors and variations.”

Sophia chuckled breathlessly against him. “They’re calledSrirachaspants. They have leggings and yoga pants, but both only come in black.”

“I like black. Black is my new favorite color. There’s seven days in the week and you don’t do laundry that often. So buy one for each day of the month and I’m sure you’ll have enough.”

Sophia slapped his chest playfully.

“Are they crotchless?” he asked.

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