Page 42 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“Won’t hear anything.”

My ass landed on his lap, my legs nestled between both of his. Thankfully, the car roof was high, so I didn’t have to slouch much to be comfortable.

“I know you have a hard time trusting people, and I’m thankful you trust me. But my family will love you the moment they lay their eyes on you.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ears, and I couldn’t help but kiss his luscious lips as a thank-you.

“Okay,” I whispered against his lips, and I felt him throwing the slit of my dress open, exposing my legs.

“Loosen up, baby.” Then he got into action, fondling my legs. Each stroke made my pussy flutter from excitement. Usually, I was a vanilla girl, but Ben had been pushing my limits, and I discovered that I loved whatever it was he wanted me to do.

Masturbating in front of him? Hot. A quickie in the kitchen? Amazing. Car sex was a big fantasy of mine, and now it was coming true. And something told me that I was going to enjoy it.

“Your skin is so fucking beautiful.” He licked my neck while his hand under my dress found my underwear. “Look at that. You’re still wet from earlier.”

“Your cum is still there, baby.”

“Oh, I know.” He shifted us on the leather car seat. He positioned me so that my ass was completely sitting on his crotch. I could feel his growing erection. I ground a little against the soft material of his pants, which earned me a curse.

“Lay back on my chest,” he added, and I did, finding a good spot against his muscular chest, my head resting on one of his shoulders. “Very good. Now keep your legs open while I play with your pussy, okay? And try not to make a noise.”

“Ben–”

“Shhh. Relax. I got you, and I would never put you in a position you won’t like.” He raised my left leg so that it was resting against the car door, and I brought my other leg over the center console. So now I was spread wide for him, my underwear getting cold from exposure to the air.

Ben rubbed my bud against the thin layer of my lace underwear, which was basically non-existent. The warmth of his palm made me hot all over. He rapidly formed a circle by my clit, and I felt my juices oozing out of my vagina. Jesus. I hope his mother wouldn’t smell the evidence of our little shenanigans.

“You’re really good with your hands, aren’t you?” I panted, releasing a delicate moan by his ear. He smelled excellent tonight, and whatever his cologne was only heightened my libido.

“We’ve established that already.”

“Remind me.” He pushed my panties to the side and inserted two fingers inside me, curling them, and my pussy made a very loud squelching from my wetness and maybe from his cum earlier. The sound made my ears burn, but I brought my focus back to his expert fingers going in and out of me. “Oh, yes. Hmm. You feel so good. I want to touch you, Ben. I want to make you feel good, too.”

“It’s all about you tonight, baby. I don’t want you to ruin your makeup.” So in return, I rubbed my ass against his now-raging cock. I followed the pace of his fingers, and he cursed in my ear.

“Stop that,” he warned. “Or so help me, God, I will fuck here and ruin your pretty little look. Would you like that? To come in late at the gala looking like a beautiful mess?”

“No,” I cried. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

“Good girl. Now tell me who this pussy is wet for.”

“You.”

“Who else?”

“No one else. Just you.” His fingers formed a circle inside my hungry pussy, and yelped at the building pleasure every time he touched my G-spot.

“Open your mouth for me, Chloe.” I did, and he pulled his fingers from inside me and brought them to my glossed lips. I tasted myself—sweet and sharp and almost metallic. “Suck. Get it wet. Taste your fucking pussy with cum from earlier.”

I licked every surface of his fingers like it was my favorite popsicle. This was better than a frozen, sticky dessert.

He removed his hands from my mouth and returned them back inside my pussy, penetrating me without warning.

In and out and around. Curling up again and again, hitting my walls. I could hear how wet I was against his fingers, and I knew that my pussy was dripping on his pants. Thank God he was wearing something black. I just hoped the stain wouldn’t be that visible.

The orgasm was close. I could feel it. And if he continued to push through my inner walls, it was going to be a very wet climax, something we both wouldn’t like if we wanted to arrive there neatly.

“Are you going to squirt for me, baby?” His voice was raw and almost predatory. I nodded against his shoulder. “You’re going to make a big mess. But not right now. Some other time, okay?’

“Okay.”

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