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Her mouth forms the most beautiful O-shape, and I lean forward to trace her lips, picturing slipping my cock between them and into the heat and wetness of her.
“Tell me,mon ange, what do you like?” I ask when all she does is roll her hips to get the friction back. She manages to grind down on the heel of my hand, eliciting a moan out of herself. I smile, rubbing my hand against her clit until her back arches off the seat. “Nevaeh,” I remind her, using her name as softly as I always do.
“I like how bossy you are and when you praised me just now,” she admits, so I reward her by thrusting my fingers back inside of her and curling them to play with her G-spot.
She cries out, making my cock throb uncomfortably in my pants. It wants to be touched, to be deep inside Nevaeh.
My angel tilts her head away from me as she says, “I get really turned on by making someone moan.” Embarrassment heats up her cheeks, so she covers her face to hide.
“We have that in common,” I assure her, my thumb tracing her clit.
“Oh God,” she moans, grabbing my arm for stability as I bring her closer to her climax.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I’ll make every single one of your fantasies come true, Nevaeh, and then we’ll come up with some on our own,” I promise.
Nevaeh grinds against my hand, frantically trying to reach her release as I play with pussy until she drenches my hand.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex somewhere that’s a little public. Where nobody is, but anyone could walk in. Like right now, but a little more dangerous,” she explains, and I lean over the middle console of my car to grab her face.
“I’ll make it happen,” I say before leaning forward and kissing her right as my fingers thrust inside of her again, feeling her orgasm tremble through her.
I taste it as she slips her tongue into my mouth, her hands sliding into my hair as she brings me closer and grinds against my hand. She’s moaning and whimpering through her pleasure, and I almost reach for my cock and give it a rough jerk just so it doesn’t hurt so much from the build-up anymore.
I wasn’t lying when I told her hearing women moan for me turns me on. It turns me on even more because Nevaeh is the one falling apart for me.
“Fuck, you’re too beautiful when you come. How am I ever going to stop?” I ask as I lean back to take in the satisfied smile on her face.
“I want to make you come,” she says and brings her hand to my lips.
“Let’s go upstairs, baby, then you’ll get your wish while I get mine again.”
We sprint up the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. I’m right behind Nevaeh, grabbing her ass on the way up and making her squeal uncontrollably. She turns around and flings her arms across my neck, pulling my head down to kiss me again.
We’re in the middle of the staircase, but I push her up against the wall and explore her mouth anyway, not giving a fuck who can see us. Her hands slip onto my ass, bringing my cock right against her lower stomach. Nevaeh rubs herself against me until I’m groaning into her mouth.
“Hmmm, there he is,” she says, breaking the kiss to smile at me and reach for my cock.
“Touch my cock, and I’ll fuck you right here, Nevaeh, up against this wall,” I warn because I don’t have enough self-control to wait anymore unless she tells me to.
Knowing which floor and what apartment to go to, Nevaeh runs off without waiting for me, holding up her dress. Her shoes dangle from my fingers as I follow behind her with a chuckle and my cock so hard, even walking is uncomfortable.
My girl’s waiting for me in front of my apartment door, leaning against the wall and grinning like I’m the best thing in the world. And I know I have the same look on my face because how the hell could I not?
She’severything.
I unlock my door and wrap an arm around her, pulling her against me as we stumble inside, my mouth back on hers. My teeth graze her bottom lip, getting a sigh of happiness from her.
My hand slips to her throat, pressing down on each side to feel her heart racing. She moans from the pressure, fumbling with my pants until she has the button undone and the zipper down.
“Can I touch your cock?” she asks as I kiss along her jaw.
“You can touch every single part of me. I’m yours.”
Nevaeh slips her hand into my pants, palming me through my boxers until I groan, my kiss growing hungrier.
“Bedroom,” I say, pleasure rolling through me until I have to grit my teeth and breathe through the wave that has my orgasm embarrassingly close. Nevaeh keeps rubbing me, ignoring my instructions, and making me hold on for dear life.
Too impatient, I distract her by kissing her again and leading her into my bedroom, throwing her onto the bed the first chance I get. She giggles, stretching her arms into the air until her body is on display for me. She’s so fucking sexy, I can’t breathe.
