Page 187 of Sinful Desires
Her lips curved, eyes glowing in the dim light.
“Stay inside,” she said. “But follow me.”
She shut the door and walked out in front of the car. The trench coat flared slightly with each step.
I gripped the wheel tighter.
She walked ahead, hips rolling, heels crunching on gravel. She raised one finger and curled it toward me. No words. Just that filthy little motion that made my cock press hard against my zipper.
I eased my foot off the brake and let the car crawl behind her.
Ten feet.
Six.
Three.
She didn’t turn around. Just kept walking toward the cliff edge like she was leading me straight to heaven.
Her hands disappeared in front of her, then her coat slipped down her arms and collapsed at her feet.
Andfuck.
There she stood, her back to me. In sheer thigh-high stockings that hugged her legs, a black lace thong that didn’t cover a goddamn thing, and a corset so tight her waist looked tiny.
Her red hair fell forward, baring the smooth line of her shoulders, the sweet dip of her lower back, and the obscene curve of her ass, round, soft, barely hidden.
She swayed her hips again, slowly enough to kill me. Her hands slid down her thighs, then up her hips, thumbs grazing her ass cheeks, spreading just enough for me to see the line between them.
My jaw locked. My cock pulsed hard. The edges of my vision went dark.
She wasn’t teasing. She was stripping herself bare like an altar. Made to be worshipped.
And I was already on my knees for her in my fucking mind.
She didn’t stop walking until we reached the hill’s crest, where the cliff dropped and the world spread wide beneath us.
I hit the brake, hands clenching the wheel.
The moon hung high behind her, soaking her skin in pale silver. Stars shimmered across the sky.
She turned, hands resting on her hips before sliding behind her back. Her fingers worked the laces of her corset, one slow tug at a time, until it unraveled and fell to the ground at her feet.
I almost fucking whimpered.
She stepped toward the car like a goddess.
Her tits were pushed up high in a silk bra, so tight they threatened to spill out, bound up in black ribbon like a gift made to be ripped apart with teeth.
I had to lean back in my seat, running a hand over my mouth. I tasted blood from where I bit down too hard.
She planted a hand on the hood.
Then she fucking crawled.
One knee, then the other, dragging her body up the hood. Her back arched, tits swaying, her thighs parting wide.
She started touching herself.
