Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I told her we’d go watch a movie, and she donned a short halter dress and open-toe sandals. She normally wears her hair up, but this time, I asked her to let it loose around her shoulders.
Grabbing the pillow from the backseat, I slide it between her and the seat before draping a cozy fleece blanket over her. She snuggles beneath it, reaching her hand into the bucket of popcorn by the dashboard.
We’re about halfway through the movie when Katherine reaches over to share her blanket and tosses the other half across my lap. She snuggles closer, laying her head on my shoulder while my fingers toy with the ribbons on her waist.
I don’t really understand what the movie’s about. Two strangers meet on a train and spend hours talking. That’s it. That’s the whole plot, I think. I mean we’re almost halfway through. At least I hope so.
I’ve already mentally tapped out, my focus on some things that need attention at the security firm, when I feel a small hand rest on my crotch. A shock of heat jolts me, and an almost insatiable hunger roars from my chest.
My cock immediately stiffens and pushes against my zipper.
I grit my teeth. “What are you doing, cupcake?”
She raises her eyes to me, wide with fake innocence but with a mischievous glint. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.”
Even as she speaks, her fingers deftly work to unbutton my pants and slide my zipper down. I toss my head back, gazing at the star-filled sky, feeling lightheaded because all my blood must have rushed south.
Katherine keeps her eyes on the screen, but she slips her hand inside my boxers and wraps her fingers around my stiffness.
Fuck.
When she lets go of my cock, I’m almost disappointed but not before she swivels her head to look behind us and swiftly scrambles across the center console to sit on my lap.
Katherine pulls the blanket around us. From the outside, we look just like every couple here snuggling with each other. What they can’t see is Katherine tugging her panties down and sinking her pussy onto my cock.
Jesus Christ.
“Don’t move,” she hisses.
As if I can do anything. I’m trapped between her and the seat, and if I move my hips, what we’re doing is gonna be obvious to anyone staring hard.
When she sheathes me, she lets out a small whimper.
Katherine is a lot smaller than me, so my body covers hers from the cinema-goers behind us. I drape an arm across the passenger headrest just so I can add more cover for her.
With both arms on the steering wheel, she begins to move. She rotates her hips and bounces lightly on my lap. At first, I try to keep my hands to myself, but my brain gets fogged up by lust.
My left hand reaches under her dress and slides upward until I can grab her tit. This somehow turns her on because she grinds on me like she needs that orgasm so badly.
Can’t leave my girl hanging.
With my right hand, I slide it between her legs to stroke her clit. In less than ten seconds, her nails dig into my forearm and her muscles lock up as she tries to stop herself from shaking like a leaf.
That pushes me over the edge.
The next thing I know, spots of color dance behind my eyes, and I’m spilling my seed inside her, coating her walls.
The sounds from the movie, the hum of conversations, and even the occasional rumble of engines disappear. The only thing I hear is our rapid breathing and my pounding heart.
My God, I can never get enough of her.
Two hours later, she changes into a black shimmery dress with the back so low it barely covers anything, but it makes her ass look so good. She tosses her sandals and exchanges them for black stilettos.
It amazes me how she can go from comfy to sultry just like that.
Katherine clasps a bracelet around her wrist and swipes another red lipstick. She smacks her lips together and throws me a smile over her shoulder. “You like it?”
I shove my hands in my pockets and let my gaze roam her body. “I prefer you out of it.”
She caps her lipstick tube and drops it into her purse. “Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Can I wear it to the club?”
I slump onto the sofa and fold my hands across my chest. “Cupcake, why are you asking me? You want it, you wear it.”
“You won’t get mad?”
“For a dress? No. I mean, that looks more like an oversized t-shirt, but yeah sure. I’ll be with you the entire time, so unless someone wants to get their fingers broken, all the creeps are gonna steer clear from you.”
“Ha. Will you dance with me?”
Without hesitation, I shake my head. “No, but I’ll stand behind you to keep you safe.”