I should be focused on discovering every bit of evidence the ACA thinks she has. Instead, I’m like a fucking horny teenager, seeking the first exit off the highway so I can satisfy my need for her
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Alexis’s first day in her new position has already been spoiled. Most of the day was spent at the Falls Church PD, waiting for the ACA to get her shit together, rather than letting her get acquainted with her office and tasks.
Since there’s no reason to go into the office this late, I decide her very impressive skills can be better appreciated by me personally, rather than my firm.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I merge onto the exit lane.
Normally, her prying would set me off, but I’m too agitated to scold her about trust this instant. I’m also exceedingly proud of her, with the way she handled the ACA, and her knowledge of the law. Something I’ve never given her enough credit for.
As much as I hate to agree with that fucker Wells, it is a shame her talents went overlooked. I could’ve moved her up at any time, had I thought I could handle the temptation. As it is, I’m in dire need to make up for lost time.
“We’re stopping,” I say, pulling the car over on the side of the road. We’re on a remote two-lane along the stretch of highway that rarely gets used, but Alexis doesn’t need to know this detail.
I kill the engine and turn toward her to unbuckle her seatbelt. She lets the strap release with an unsure furrow to her brow. She’s aware, however, that I’m in no mood for questions. She remains silent as I open my door and walk around the car.
I open her door and take her hand, pulling her out without a word and leading her toward the side of the car, where I then grasp her waist and hoist her onto the hood. “Lift up,” I tell her, my voice thick with restraint.
She licks her lips, then quickly glances around, searching for oncoming cars. But as she eases her hips off the hood, I’m there within a beat, hiking her skirt up and jerking her panties down her thighs. They snag at her garter clips, and I curse.
She slants a sexy smile. “You’re the one who demanded I wear the garter belt.”
“Yes, and I think you want me to punish that sassy mouth,” I say, bunching the silky material at the hem to get a good grip. I tear them down her hip, and do the same to the other side, before I yank them off.
The arch of her eyebrow is so damn sexy, I take my time unbuttoning her blouse, just to drag out her anticipation. Making her aware, very slowly, that she’s about to be naked on the hood of my car.
Her breathing speeds, her chest rising quicker, as I reach the last button. Wide green eyes beg me not to…but her modesty is all too alluring, and I push her blouse off her shoulders.
“A car could come by…” she says, then quickly amends, “sir.”
Lowering myself over her quivering body, I nip her breast through the lacy material of her bra, loving how she bucks against my cock. “A car could come by,” I say, grasping the nape of her neck and pulling her toward me so I can look into her eyes. “And you know what they’d see?” She swallows, awaiting the answer. “Me eating your wanting little cunt like I own you. Like I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”
I slip my hand beneath her skirt and feel her grow wet at my words. She undulates against me, her mouth parting on a gasp. “Yes, sir.”
Damn, but she’s learning how to play me. Giving me exactly what I crave from her. I unclip the front clasp of her bra, setting her beautiful tits free. “Trust me, temptress. You can feel all the shame that you want, but there’s nothing to be ashamed about when it comes to your beautiful body.” I push inside her, earning a soft moan from her sultry mouth. “They’re jealous. And I’m going to revel in every second of it. Taking you over and over, knowing how badly they want what they can’t have.”
I flatten my palm against her chest, lowering her to the hood as I hike her skirt up past her hips. Then I kiss a trail to her belly before taking her pussy into my mouth. After the ruthless fucking she endured last night, I’m a bit gentler, licking slowly and tasting tenderly, rewarding her as much as I want to possess her.
It damn near requires all my control to leash my desire and not ravish her on top of this car. I clutch her ankles and push her feet onto the hood, spreading her wide. Her pussy is swollen tight, soaking wet—beckoning me to take her.
Soft sighs heighten into clipped, breathy moans as she attempts to restrict her orgasm, the fear of being heard, being witnessed by passerby too distracting. Flicking my tongue over her clit, I pull her attention to me, then suck her hard into my mouth.
I can feel her contracting, her muscles tensing. My cock aches, straining against my slacks, and I pull away right before she breaks. Looking down at her, I tug at the knot of my tie to loosen it. “Take me out and put my cock in your mouth.”
She forces a swallow, making me crave her mouth even more. As she sits forward, her shaky hands working my belt, I dig my hand into her hair, ready for when I’m set free. I thrust deeply, slipping over her tongue with greedy need, and love the way her unprepared mouth drags her teeth against my shaft.
I hiss out a curse, my fingers curling into her thick waves and gaining a tight grip. “Look at me,” I order. Her wide eyes flick to my face, and I can see the contempt there. The yearning to loathe what I do to her, how degraded I make her feel—yet she aches just as badly for my touch.
I shove my cock against the back of her throat, excited as she struggles to contain her gag reflex. She doesn’t want to hurt me, and the irony of that is intoxicating. Making my craving to brand her skin all the more irresistible.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, painfully removing myself from her hot mouth.
She swallows, the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes beautiful, alluring. “No, Master.” Her voice is too low, too dejected.
I run the pad of my finger across her lips, savoring their plump, abused fullness. “Say what you want, temptress. Tell me what you need.”
The wash of mortification over her face vanishes before I can even appreciate it. She doesn’t like being made to own her desires. She wants me to force them upon her, allowing her to experience her shameful longings within a secret pocket of her mind.