Tell Me You Want Me

With her hands spearing through her hair that sits on her shoulders, she pulls the loose strands back as if she needs to feel the cool air against the back of her neck. “What?” she says and shrugs, her expression the picture-perfect resemblance of a minx.

“We have a work relationship during those hours, Ms Parks. I’m going to have to punish you for such … foul language and indiscretion.”

Her brow arches, although she plays along with me. “Should I not respond to you then from nine to six?”

“It depends,” I answer, “do you want me to play with you in the car on the way to dinner or not?”

Her simper grows wider. “That depends. What exactly do you have in mind for punishment?”

Her chest rises with a heavy breath and her skin flushes as I unzip my pants and pull my cock through. At the sight of a bead of precum, Suzette licks her lower lip. I pat my lap. “Lay your head here and put your ass up on the seat so I can reach you.”

Lying across the seat, her buckle still in place, she eagerly takes the head of my dick in her mouth, moaning and sending soft vibrations of lust to run through me.

I stifle the groan and press the intercom button for Noah. “Go round the block if we get there before I call up.”

“Yes, sir,” he answers back just in time for my little vixen to pull herself off my dick with a little pop. She works my length as she looks up at me, a perfect view of her breasts on full display.

“Back down, take your punishment like a good girl.”

She asks breathlessly, her lips already reddened and slightly swollen, “This is my punishment?”

Smirking down at her, I take my time, pulling up her dress and feeling her bare pussy already wet. “My cock is to keep you quiet.”

She eases herself back down my length and I palm one globe of her ass before squeezing it and then the other, warming her ass up.

“You’re going to take my cock as far down your throat as you can,” I tell her, lowering my lips to be closer to her ear. “And I’m going to toy with you, spank you, and bring you to the edge.”

Her gorgeous blue eyes look up at me through her thick lashes and I swear it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “Don’t you dare bite me,” I warn her before slapping my hand against her ass. It’s enough that my palm stings, her mouth opens wider and my cock drives deeper into the back of her throat.

She doesn’t choke, but she sputters. The sensation of my cock being pressed against the back of her throat feels like heaven.

My middle finger drops lower, playing between her folds as I wait for her to readjust. With my toes curled, and her mouth already bringing me close, I spank her ass again and again. Two quick strikes and she cries out, whimpering and pulling off my cock.

Thank fuck.

Barely containing myself, I tsk her as if she isn’t doing everything perfectly. Everything is just as I want.

“Adrian,” she pleads, but doesn’t object, taking a moment to readjust, the leather groaning beneath us.

“You’re doing well,” I say and comfort her, rubbing soothing circles against her heated skin. With her lips putting pressure on the head of my cock, she works her way down again and I’m quick to decide on the punishment in my head. There’s no fucking way I can get through ten of these. “Two more,” I barely get out, the pleasure building.

I make them harder than the first two, and the slaps resonate in the small cabin.

She groans, her cheeks hollowing and her brow pinched until I massage the sensitized skin and then lean over more. With one hand splayed across her back, keeping her down, the other is in the perfect position to play with her pussy.

She jerks on my cock as I dip my middle finger inside her, curling it and finding that sweet spot. I know the moment I hit it because she writhes for me, unable to stay still.

Thank fuck. “I want to feel you come on my hand,” I tell her and she mewls. She fucking mewls for me and then she moans my name as if she’s already on edge.

I’m merciless as I finger fuck her, desperate for her to come before I do. She loses her composure, pulling off my cock and opting to pump me with her hand so she can breathe in short pants.

“Adrian.” She says my name as if she’s begging.

“Come for me. You’re such a good fucking slut for me, taking whatever I give you.”

“Oh my fuck,” she says as her hands grip my thigh, her back arches and she cries out her pleasure into my suit pants, burying her head there and leaving my cock aching with need.