Page 96 of The Pakhan's Sold Bride

All the way home, Nestor’s hand is brushing over me. It’s driving me crazy with need, and in a naughty moment, I wiggle my dress higher and slip his hand between my legs.

He almost slams on the brakes, he’s so surprised, but then slides his fingers inside me and groans.

“I can’t drive like this,” he stammers, pushing his fingers deeper inside me.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, rocking my hips forward and spreading my legs wider.

Nestor turns to the right and takes the car off the main road into a parking lot overlooking the beach.

“What are you doing?” I ask in horror as he turns the car off and pulls me onto his lap.

“This is your fault,” he growls, tugging his pants open and freeing his throbbing cock.

“Nestor, we’ll get caught.”

“It’ll be worth it,” he grins, pushing my dress higher and positioning me over his cock. I glance out of the window. It’s tinted, and it’s dark outside, but we are right out in the open onthe beach. I’m about to complain again when he pushes his cock into my pussy and forces it to stretch wide open for him.

The pleasure is indescribable as he thrusts deep into me.

I moan, gasping for breath, clinging to him in the small space in the front seat of his car.

“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he whispers darkly against my ear. He knows I can’t stop. He knows I will claw him to pieces if he tries to stop now.

I whimper in his arms as he thrusts into me again.

He chuckles and says, “That’s what I thought. You love this cock. You can’t get enough of it.”

I sit up on his lap and tilt my head back as he runs his hands over my breasts. My nipples are hard against the fabric of my dress, and he pinches one between his fingers, shooting a spike of sensation through my body. I shiver in delight and he groans as my pussy tightens around him.

He starts to move faster, lifting me, holding my hips, letting me hover above him as he slams into me, over and over again, causing the entire car to shake and move. I’m not even trying to be quiet anymore. I’m crying out, each thrust sending me on a wild ride of desire and lust, pushing me closer to the edge.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my ear against his mouth. “I love you, Lara,” he whispers, penetrating my body.

He pulls me harder onto his lap, grinding his cock against me, knowing that this breaks me every single time.

He smiles when I start to shudder against him, my legs locking around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, and suddenly my pussy tightens, every muscle alive, twitching, throbbing, exploding as the orgasm slams into me.

Nestor holds me hard against his cock, not letting me move until every drop of pleasure has run through me and exploded out of him.

The car is misted by our body heat.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pushes his lips against mine, kissing me fiercely, with passion and love.

“Fuck, you are incredible, little fox,” he sighs. I can feel his heart racing against my chest as he holds me.

“Will they arrest us if they catch us?” I ask with a naughty giggle.

“Mm. You know I own this city, right?” he muses.

“Do you know what else you own?” I ask, leaning back to look at my gorgeous husband.

He narrows his eyes, confused. “What?” he asks, still rocking me back and forth gently on his cock even though we’ve both finished.

“You own me,” I say.

His cock throbs.

I bite my lip.

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