Chapter 13
“Touch yourself, sweetness,” Lance’s voice rumbled through the plush interior of the car, deep and commanding.
A shiver teased up my spine, my breath catching as my hand obeyed without
hesitation, tracing down over the lace of my panties, feeling the heat of my p***y throb beneath the fabric.
“Like this, Lord?” I murmured, my voice a sultry whisper as I glanced at him through my lashes, my finger teasing over the dampening fabric.
His growl was a primal sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air, making my heart race and my core clench with anticipation. “Just like that, Princess Liora,” he confirmed, his eyes darkened with raw desire.
I bit my lip, moaning softly as I rubbed my c***t through the fabric, stretching my panties to the side to give him an unobstructed view. “I- I want to watch you too,” I admitted, my voice shaky but resolute. The words surprised me, but Lance only grinned, a hungry, predatory look that made my blood simmer.
“You want to watch me?” His eyes flashed with a wicked glint. “Tell me, Princess Liora, what is it you wish to see?” he purred, the low growl of his voice sending a thrill through me.
I whimpered, feeling the heat of a blush creep over my cheeks. “Show-show me your c***k, Lord,” I gasped, the words tumbling out as I rolled my finger over the sensitive nub of my cl***.
He groaned, the sound deep and resonant. “Such a little f***g tease,” he said, but there was no malice in his words, only a heated appreciation.
“Just for you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
“Only for me,” he affirmed, his voice a possessive caress.
I nodded, swallowing thickly as my gaze dropped to his lap. My eyes widened as I watched his hands move, the sound of his zipper lowering seeming impossibly loud in the quiet car. I held my breath as he reached inside, my heart hammering in my chest
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as he revealed his massive c***k, hard and throbbing, the sight of it making my mouth
water and my p
ache with need.
He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, making it twitch and pulse under his touch. He stroked it leisurely, and I watched, mesmerized, as white ***m leaked from the swollen head, running down the length of his c**k to his heavy balls.
I whimpered, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my panties to rub my slick, aching ***t, my gaze locked onto the mesmerizing motion of his hand.
“Turn over,” he commanded softly, the steel in his voice brooking no argument.
I hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flitting across my face before I obeyed, turning away from him and positioning myself on my knees in the passenger seat. I reached. back, hiking my skirt up around my waist, exposing myself to his hungry gaze. I knew he could see the black lace thong that was practically soaked through, stretched tight across my p***y and bisecting the round cheeks of my ****
“Keep touching yourself for me, angel,” he growled, his voice tight with restrained desire. I did as he said, my fingers sliding through my wet folds, my thumb circling my c***t as I felt his eyes devouring me.
His hands were on me then, skimming up the backs of my thighs, his fingers ***ing into my panties and tugging them down, pulling them from my body until they were bunched around my thighs.
I gasped when I felt his breath on my exposed skin, followed by the soft, teasing touch of his lips. He kissed and nipped at my flesh, making me squirm and moan, my fingers working feverishly at my c**t.
And then, without warning, his tongue was there, swirling over my a**le, the sensation so unexpected and filthy that I jerked in surprise, a sharp cry escaping my lips. But he held me fast, one hand ***g my hair, the other gripping my panty-clad thigh, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered, his voice a dark, commanding rumble that sent a shiver of delight through me. “Stay just like that and play with that naughty little ***t while I kiss this tight little a***of yours.”
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His words were crass and vulgar, and yet they only served to stoke the fire within me, making me burn hotter for him. His mouth moved against me again, his tongue dragging over my a**ole, the sensation so wicked, so deliciously taboo that it sent. lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.
I moaned, my fingers flying over my ***it, my other hand bracing against the car door as Lance’s tongue probed and teased my most intimate place. He was relentless, his hands holding me in place, his tongue pushing into me, the sensation so intense, so
overwhelmingly pleasurable that I could feel myself hurtling towards the edge of
release.
“Lance, I’m- I’m going to-” I gasped, but my words were cut off by a scream as the o**m slammed into me, my body shaking and convulsing as he pushed his tongue deeper, his fist tightening in my hair, the sensation of dominance and control tipping me over the edge.
I was still gasping for air, my body quivering with the aftershocks of my climax, when a pair of headlights sliced through the darkened interior of the car. I jumped, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to see another vehicle pulling into the parking lot.
Lance cursed under his breath, his gaze flicking to the rearview mirror as he quickly zipped himself up. I fumbled with my panties, yanking them back into place and. smoothing my skirt down over my hips, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire..
The other car came to a stop at the far end of the lot, and we watched as a group of college kids piled out, laughing and joking as they tossed a football back and forth, oblivious to the scene they had interrupted.
“We should go,” Lance said, his voice low and gruff. He turned to me then, those. piercing eyes of his meeting mine, and despite the interruption, I felt myself melt under his gaze. He grinned, his hand moving to my knee, holding it possessively as he started the car and navigated us out of the lot.
The neighborhood was bustling with activity as Lance pulled up in front of my house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. I hesitated,
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my hand on the door handle, when his voice stopped me.
“Nash and Cammie aren’t home.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I cringed inwardly, feeling foolish. It was broad daylight, for heaven’s sake. What was I thinking?
But before I could open the door and make my hasty escape, his hand was on mine, stilling my movements. “Stop.”
I took a deep breath, turning to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes were fierce, holding me captive as his hand enveloped mine. “Not like this,” he said quietly, his voice a soothing balm over my flustered nerves.
“Why not?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled then, a slow, ‘knowing smile that seemed to light up the dim interior of the car. “Because I won’t leave your house,” he said, his voice full of conviction. And before I could utter another word, he pulled me close, his lips crashing down on mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless and yearning for more.
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I moaned into his mouth, my body responding instinctively to his touch, my spinning with the intoxicating taste of him. As the world faded away, I knew without a doubt that this man-this powerful, demanding, and utterly irresistible man-was mine, and I was his. And nothing else mattered.