I’m trying not to think about what’s coming next. I don’t want to bring her home to see my parents. I don’t want her to see that side of me, to see the family that raised me. I want her to see the man I’ve become, the doctor, the clinic owner. I want her to be proud of that.
But this man, the one from this wealthy family, well…
She has no clue how dark it can get.
I don’t have to wait long. She comes back out and heads over to me. Still no other cars in sight and we’re parked fairly far from the stop itself in the shade of some trees.
“Come here,” I say.
She walks over to me. “What’s up?”
I pull her against me. She looks surprised. “Listen,” I say. “I want you… I want you to remember something.”
“Yeah?” She stares up into my eyes.
I kiss her softly. I drink her in, really taste her. I’m not her doctor anymore and I can finally let myself relax and have what I really need.
She kisses me back without hesitation. There’s a hint of desperate hunger in her lips and I love it.
I turn her away and open the door to the back seat. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me, pulling me against her. I kiss her lips, her neck, and unbutton her shorts.
“What are you doing?” she pants.
I tug them forward. “I want you to remember this,” I say, and bite her lip. “I want you to think about this when we make it where we’re going.”
She stares at me, eyes wide. “It can’t be that bad.”
“You have no clue what it can be like.” I get her shorts off. She lets out a groan as my hand gently caresses between her legs. She seems surprised but her body’s trembling slightly. Her pussy is wet, her underwear already damp with her need. I feel my blood racing, my pulse rolling through my skin. Her legs are gorgeous, lean but muscular, and a thousand yards long. I kiss her lips then push her back so she’s leaning on her hands.
I pull her legs open wide and kiss her inner thigh. She lets out a little gasp as I make it up to her pussy, moving her panties aside.
“Brent,” she groans, grabbing my hair. “Wait. We shouldn’t.”
I slide two fingers deep inside her wet, tight little pussy. I let out a growl of desire as I push them deep and right inside of her.
“Shouldn’t? Or you’re afraid?”
“Oh, god,” she moans, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I push my fingers deeper then lick her clit with my tongue. I taste it, rolling it around, sucking and licking as I sink my fingers in and out of her tight, wet spot.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, grabbing my hair. “We’re just… we’re in the open. Someone might see.”
“Nobody’s here.” I slide my fingers in and out then lean over her and kiss her lips. “And I don’t give a fuck if someone sees.”
I feel her body tremble and shiver as I keep fucking her with my fingers. I fill her deep with them, going in and out, making her groan and gasp with every new stroke. I push her legs wide and lick her again, pulling my fingers out to tongue her full slit, licking every drop of her delicious honey skin.
She grabs my hair as my tongue does its work. Fucking hell, she tastes good. I’m rock hard as I lick her top to bottom. I want her to remember this moment when things get strange. When we’re at that house, with my family, and she’s not sure who to trust or where to look… I want her to think about my tongue between her legs and know what I can give her. I want her to remember this.
I fuck her with my fingers and lean over her again, kissing her lips. She kisses me back, hungry, starving. She’s moaning into my kiss, tasting her pussy on my lips, taking my fingers deep inside. I drop back down as her back arches and she says my name.
“Brent,” she moans. “Oh, god. Ohh, god. Someone might see. Oh my god. I can’t believe how good this feels.”
“I know what you need,” I growl. “I know how to make you feel good. Don’t you fucking forget it, Amber.”
I keep going, faster now. She’s moaning, writhing, moving her hips in time with my tongue. I’m growling my pleasure and needing her taste so badly it hurts. I want to make her come, need to make her come. I want to taste it, hear her voice, watch her body stiffen and gyrate and moan.
I want her pleasure so badly it almost fucking hurts.
I keep going, fingers fucking her faster, tongue licking her up. She moans and groans and I know she’s close. She grips my hair harder, digging her fingers down. I growl and push my fingers deeper, fuck her with them, and she lets out a cry.