For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

The girl sighs. “Oh my God, that is so romantic! I think we can make that happen. Honey, hold on to this one, he’s a keeper.”

“I know,” I say with a smile. I study the structure and find the best place to keep our activities hidden.

Ten minutes later, we’re boarding our own mobile den of sin.

“You ready for this, baby?” Echo asks.

“I’m always ready with you. Let’s sit in the seat that’s right in front of the beams of the cart.”

Echo eyes it and nods his approval. “Smart. First though, give me those panties.”

I lean in close to him, brushing his ear with my lips. “What panties?” I whisper.

His eyes smolder and he wraps a hand around my throat. “You know what Daddy likes, don’t you?” he asks softly.

“Mmm-hmm,” I moan, and nod my head.

Releasing his hold, he walks over to the seat and pats his lap. “Come and rest those legs,” he says, grinning for the sake of what I’m sure is a camera that can hear us even if it can’t see us in our position.

I sit carefully, lifting my skirt up once I’m on his lap. He leans in, wrapping his arms around my waist as I work his jeans open with my hands and perch on his laps. He grasps my chin, pulling me back to meet his lips. Our tongues duel and he groans into my mouth as I pump his cock. He thicke

ns in my hands. Excitement has my heart pounding and my thighs slick with moisture. There’s something so deliciously naughty about sex in a public place. He bites down on my lower lip and I cry out, tightening my hold on his base.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp.

He moves his hand back down to my throat, and tightens his hold.

The slight restriction of my airway makes my nerves dire. I grind into his knee.

“Damn, baby, I can feel that hot pussy through my jeans.”

His deep voice vibrates in my ears. “I’m on fire for you.”

“Can’t have that. I need to give my wife what she needs. You ready for me, baby?”

“Uh, huh,” I reply.

“You know what to do,” he says, nipping my ear lobe.

I move back on his legs and lift up, lowering onto his thick member. Slowly, I sink down taking him to the hilt. I close my eyes and moan.

“Is that good, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Show Daddy how good it is,” he whispers, biting his way down my neck, and restricting my airflow once more.

I lift my weight and lower down, and he counters with thrusts. I close my eyes focusing on the friction, and the rightness of this man inside of me.

“So tight and wet for me. Shit.”

“So good, Daddy.”

“Be a good girl, and lean forward. I want to feel how much better married sex is,” he says.

His warm breath caresses my ear, in contrast to the cool air blowing through the compartment. I shudder and do as he asks, crying out as the adjusted angle caresses my g-spot. “Right there, Daddy,” I whimper.