Page 188 of Sinful Desires
Both hands roamed. Her fingers skimmed her own throat, slid down between her tits, rolled over her stomach, dipping low until her thighs trembled.
Her eyes never left mine.
She rocked her hips, teasing, showing, fucking claiming me without laying a finger on my skin.
Then she dragged one hand down her side, cupped her own ass, and squeezed. Her other hand trailed along the line of her thong, teasing herself over it. Grinding. Making a mess. Moaning so loudly I swore I could taste it.
She was giving me a fucking show, and now I understood why she’d been crowned Entertainer of the Decade. If my cock were a judge, she would’ve won unanimously.
Then she raised her eyes. Her finger curled, calling me forward.
Commanding.
Every muscle in my body pulled tight. I was already reaching for the door.
She slid back down, her ass settling on the hood, legs parted. Hands behind her to hold steady, spine arched.
“Do you like your little surprise, baby?” Her voice curled around the night air.
I stepped closer until the tips of my shoes touched the edge of her heels. My hands found her thighs, warm and soft under my palms. I sank to my knees between them, dragging her closer, my grip tightening on the backs of her legs.
“It’s the best one I’ve ever received.”
My mouth found her pussy over the thin slip of silk, my tongue pushing against it.
Her breath hitched, head tipping back.
“I figured a lap dance would be too cliché,” she whispered. “So, I decided an outdoor one was sexier.”
I looked up at her as I pushed her thong to the side.
She arched higher, legs wide, pussy wet. She knew what she was doing. She fucking knew.
And I let her, kneeling there like a man starving at the altar of something he’d kill for.
She rocked back, steady on her palms, tits rising with each breath.
Her thighs trembled against my hands, and I squeezed them harder, dragging her to the edge until her pussy hovered over my mouth.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” My voice was gone. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
She tilted her head, lips curling. “Then show me.”
I didn’t answer.
I bit the inside of her thigh hard enough to leave a mark. Her gasp shot through the air. My tongue flattened against her folds, hot and wet.
I licked her bare. Long, hungry, filthy.
She cried out, head knocking back against the car, hands fumbling for anything to hold on to. I gripped her ass tighter and shoved my face in deeper, devouring her like a fucking addict. Her scent, her taste, the way she trembled with each pass of my tongue.
I groaned into her, my dick painfully hard in my pants.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her jolt, then eased the sting with my tongue while she yanked my hair like she meant to tear it out.
“Look at me, Théo.”
And I fucking did. Face buried between her thighs, eyes locked on hers as she started grinding against my mouth.
