Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles 6)

She rubbed harder. I slowed the car, wanting to pull over. She shook her head. “Keep driving. Fast.”

I chose side streets that were less crowded at this time of the night. My foot pressed down on the gas again.

Dinara nodded and lowered her eyes to my bulge. She unbuckled her belt and scooted closer before she opened my zipper. After a bit of fumbling, my cock sprang free and she took it into her mouth.

I hissed at the feel of her wet heat. Her tongue rimmed my tip before she sucked me even deeper. One of my hands tangled in her red mane as her head bobbed up and down. My eyes were fixed on the street ahead, racing through the near darkness.

I moaned when Dinara sucked only my tip while her hands palmed my balls through the jeans. The wet sounds of her mouth working my cock filled the car. My fingers tightened in her hair when I hit her throat. She pulled back slightly only to work my tip even more feverously with her mouth and tongue. My fingers locked tighter around the steering wheel as the first treacherous pulsating took hold off my balls. Dinara sucked me harder, her fingers massaging my balls into orgasm, and then pleasure shot through me and I released right into her mouth.

Groaning, I pumped my hips, my foot on the gas slacking, while Dinara milked me dry. “Fuck,” I growled as I almost swerved the car off the street. Dinara raised her head, smiling darkly, her lips coated with my cum. Her tongue darted out, licking it up.

“Your turn now,” I rasped, steering the car toward the side of the road.

She grabbed the wheel, pushing the car back on the street. “Keep driving. Fast.”

I shook my head. “Can’t eat you out while I’m driving. Even my driving skills aren’t good enough to drive blind.”

She grinned wickedly. “Finger me and drive.”

I sped up once more as I watched Dinara slide down her pants and thong in one move, revealing those sexy lean legs and delicious pussy with the trimmed red hair. She gave me a look that told me she knew the effect her body had on me. She leaned her back against the door and propped up one leg against my thigh, giving me a prime view of that sopping wet pink pussy.

“Eyes on the street, Falcone,” she said with a daring grin.

“How am I supposed to focus on driving if your pussy’s tempting me?”

“You’re a big boy. You can deal. Now get me off.”

I chuckled as I returned my eyes to the street. I reached out and cupped Dinara’s knee, then slowly trailed my hand up her inner thigh.

“Faster.”

“The car or my fingers?”

“Both,” she hissed, grabbing my wrist and pressing my fingers against her wet pussy. I groaned at the feel of her welcoming heat, knowing it would feel perfect around my cock.

I slid two fingers into her. She moaned, her walls clenching around my fingers.

Soon Dinara’s hips rotated frantically, driving my fingers deeper into her pussy. The lights of Vegas came into view and soon we passed buildings and crowded sidewalks.

I fingered Dinara even faster until she cried out, her inner muscles clamping like a vice around my fingers. I kept fucking her but slowed. My foot on the gas eased too and soon the blur of hotels and people became distinguishable. Dinara leaned her cheek against the glass, peering out with parted lips. I curled my fingers, causing her to moan and fog up the glass. I pulled into the parking garage of a random hotel and parked at the side. The moment the car stopped, I shoved my seat back.

Dinara didn’t hesitate before she climbed on my lap and lowered herself on my cock.

The passengers of passing cars gave us white-eyed looks. It was only a matter of time before their reports would lead security or even the police here. I grabbed Dinara’s neck and pulled her down for a kiss while my other hand palmed her firm ass as she rode me. Our bodies seemed to become one and our surroundings faded to the background.

We clung to each other almost desperately, as if this was the last time, we could ever be close.

When we returned to our motel room that night, our mood was solemn. We’d almost reached the end of our list, and with it the end of our vigilante journey. After that we’d have to return to our normal life, or as normal as our life could be. We crawled into bed together, both on our backs, our arms touching.

“What are we going to do after the last kill?” I asked.

Dinara blinked up at the ceiling. “I hope I’ll feel freed.”

“I hope so too, but that’s not what I meant.”

She rolled over to face me, her smile solemn. “I know. I suppose you will return to the race camp?”