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“Jamal.” She gasped and squirmed under my touch.
I finally let her go and stood, standing above her, traces of her pleasure covering my face. I licked my lips and her lips were on mine the next instant. My tongue tangled with hers and she kissed me like she wanted to be consumed.
My lips left her to find her neck and I sucked on the soft skin there, aiming to mark her. I wanted to mark her all over her body to show the world that she was mine.
Her hands found the button on my slacks and she popped it open, then dropped the zipper. Her hand reached inside my boxers and her palm wrapped around my cock, squeezing gently.
My hips involuntarily thrust into her hand, begging for relief.
My mouth kissed up her neck, moving to her lips as she stroked me and I was close to losing it.
I mean, who wouldn’t with a wife like that?
“Sienna,” I groaned against her mouth.
“I want to taste you too,” she murmured as she pushed my pants and boxers down. She moved to hop off the counter, but I gripped her hips, keeping her in place.
“I’ll teach you later,” I said, making a mental note of it. “I need to be inside of you when I come.”
I wrapped my hand over the one she still had around my cock and dragged the tip over her clit before pausing at her entrance.
Then I thrust home.
CHAPTER 28
SIENNA
After landingin London on Wednesday afternoon, Jamal and I had driven over to a small town situated near Silverstone.
It took us forever to get to our destination from the airport because of the dense traffic on the highway and because it was Jamal’s first time driving here.
It was quite the sight to see him so flustered while driving. His usual confidence slowly withered with every honk he’d gotten for either driving too slow or going over the lines.
He’d tried to hide it, but with over two hours of nothing else to do, watching him quickly became more entertaining than watching endless roads drowning with cars.
Jamal seemed to have relaxed, getting the hang of driving on the wrong side of the road until someone behindhim honked. The car sped past us, but not before the driver flipped us off.
Jamal’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and his previously relaxed posture went rigid. My face twitched as I tried to stifle the laugh threatening to escape.
I managed to hold it for a few seconds before I erupted into a fit of laughter.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. I’m glad this is amusing for you,” Jamal said, a scowl on his face.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to contain my laughter. “It’s just… you should see yourself right now. I’ve never seen you so stressed.”
“I’m not stressed,” he stated, his scowl deepening.
Reaching into my hoodie’s front pocket, I then pulled out my phone and snapped a picture as we exited the highway.
Jamal’s gaze averted to me. “Sienna, what are you doing?”
I snapped another picture.
We stopped at a red light and Jamal quickly reached over and grabbed my phone out of my hands.
“Hey!” I said, attempting to snatch it back from him.
He kept it out of my reach and looked up to see the picture I’d taken of him.
