Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Elsie dropped me off actually after she tried to persuade me not to go to the bar.”
He laughed as he reversed out of his parking spot. “That sounds like Elsie. Guess she’d game-planned to have Kai and me meet you.”
“I guess so.”
My fingers were reaching for his pants. It was tricky in the car while he was maneuvering the stick shift, but I finally got his pants undone and the zipper down.
“Harley,” he said as I palmed his cock, “I thought you meant when we got home.”
“Should I stop?”
“Fuck.”
His eyes fluttered as I dragged a nail down the shaft.
“Don’t crash your very expensive car.”
He managed a half-laugh. “Thanks for that suggestion.”
I was just teasing him from the passenger seat, wanting nothing more than to slide over and get my mouth around him, but truly, there was no room. The car was tiny. My ass would probably be hanging out the window. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Not with the way he was looking at me as I put a little more pressure into my effort.
We hit a red light, and he grasped my wrist in his hand. “Harley.”
“Should I stop?” I asked with no intention of doing so.
“I am…going to crash.” His eyes met mine, hungry and desperate.
“Okay,” I said, slowly extracting my hand with a feral grin.
“Oh no,” he said.
“What?” I asked with faux innocence.
“I know that look. You’re about to wreck my world.”
I just grinned as my legs parted wide enough for him to get a good look. He groaned deep in the back of his throat. My hand went to my knee and skimmed down my inner thigh, stopping at the apex of my thighs. His eyes tracked me the whole way as I ran a finger up the front of my black thong and tipped my head back with a soft moan when I reached the bundle of nerves. His hand went to my knee, spreading me wider.
“What a fucking view, baby girl.”
Honk.
We both jolted at the noise from the car behind us. The light had switched to green. He growled in frustration and gunned the car.
But I was far from done.
I slipped a finger under my thong and moved it to the side. “What about this view?”
He took a distracted peek as he shifted gears. “Fuck.”
“A good fuck?” I asked as I strummed my clit gently, a little shiver running through me.
“Yes, you’re going to get a good fuck as soon as we’re home.”
“Think I can come before then?”
His body tightened at those words. There was pained torture in his eyes when he stopped at the next light. “You’d better fucking come.” He leaned across the car, sliding two fingers into my awaiting pussy.
“Oh,” I gasped.
I was still circling my clit, building that tension. But now, he was fucking my pussy hard, like he was clearly planning to do when we got home. We both waited on bated breath for the light to change. When his hand would need to shift gears and my pussy would once again be unoccupied.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he ground out.
“Green light,” I gasped just as he curled his fingers up into me.
He swore under his breath and retreated. The Porsche lurched forward. I could see the speedometer lurch with it. He veered right off of the main drag and drove down side streets to avoid more lights. It didn’t help because there were also ill-timed Stop signs, but we were moving faster at least.
“Didn’t want to stop again?”
“I want to stop right the fuck now and fucking finish you off.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He arched an eyebrow. “That right?”
My hand was still between my legs. I was working up to that orgasm, imagining what it would be like when we got home after I finished.
Chase pulled over right in front of a stretch of abandoned buildings. We were still a solid five minutes from home, and by the look on his face, he’d given up on waiting that much longer.
“Chase,” I whispered as he put the car in park.
“Spread wider,” he demanded.
“Someone could see!”
His fingers slid back into me, returning to their previous speed. I shuddered all over.
“Then, you’d better be fast.”
“I…” But I had no words left.
It was dusk. We were on the outskirts of downtown. Anyone could literally walk up and see me spread wide as he finger-fucked me. Still, I didn’t stop.
“Come on, baby girl. I know you’re close. I can feel that sweet cunt pulsing around my fingers.”
My fingers trembled as I circled faster and faster and faster. His fingers pumped in and out of me. Our eyes locked in the small car. I held my breath as the world shattered. My orgasm hitting like a car crash. My body barely able to control itself as Chase slowed his strokes and milked it out of me.