Page 79 of Stalker

That would wait until later. It would seem the lady was too hungry to wait even for a few seconds.

She slid back on my knees until the steering wheel pinned her in. With a gleam in her eyes, she reached for my belt, slowing her movement as she unfastened it.

After unbuckling, she took a few seconds to rub her fingers back and forth across the thick leather. “You’re fascinated with my belt. How interesting. What are you thinking?”

“I was wondering what it felt like to be spanked with a strap.”

I laughed softly. “If you’re a bad girl, perhaps you’ll find out.”

She tugged on my button and zipper, lifting her eyes to mine. “Maybe I’m always a little bad.” I’ll be damned if she didn’t drag the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.

As she rose onto her knees, I rolled both hands under her dress, yanking it off completely.

“Oh, you are so evil.” Her exclamation was followed with a laugh as she glanced around, uncertain the fogged windows would provide any protection from any onlookers.

“They can look, but they can’t touch,” I told her.

While she was still on her knees, I cupped her bottom. When I squeezed both cheeks, she issued a raspy sound.

While the angle was off, I managed to crack my palm against her buttocks.

Her body stiffened, but the scent of her desire was even stronger. I repeated the action several times, the harsh sound accentuated by her soft moans.

Perhaps she was the light to my darkness.

Or was it the other way around?

She licked her lips once again before wrapping her hand around my shaft, pumping up and down several times.

I threw one arm over the back of the seat, gripping her hip with the other. As my fingers dug into her soft flesh, I did nothing more than watch the way she was looking at me. Her lips remained pursed, her eyes now half closed. She was enjoying herself more than she’d likely told herself possible.

So I allowed her to play.

Why not?

As of tonight, she belonged to me.

The thought wasn’t startling, nor was it earth shattering. It was simply the truth that had stared me in the face the moment she’d climbed into my car all those months ago.

Only I’d been too stubborn to acknowledge it.

Shame on me.

She did enjoy teasing me, first twisting her hand around the base, moving up to my cockhead ever so slowly. The friction was delicious. When she rolled the tip back and forth across her slickened pussy, I was tempted to end my restraint.

But I didn’t.

I wanted to see how far she’d go and how comfortable she’d become.

Every sound she made was deeper and huskier and every few seconds she licked her lips.

When she’d finally had enough of clear temptation, she sat down on my cock. Not easily by taking it in an inch at a time but slamming her thighs against mine.

Her moan was louder than before and we both laughed when she stopped it short.

As if anyone could hear us.

She gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging in as she rose almost all the way off my shaft before driving herself down again.

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