“Damn you,” he swore as he cupped the heavy, mounds of flesh in his hands. With a groan, he covered my aching swollen nipple with his mouth.
The moment his hot mouth touched me, I was lost. I was wearing a short skirt, and I had never been so grateful for my decision. I suspected now that I might have even done it deliberately, with the distant expectation that perhaps something like this would happen between us.
I bit my lower lip, my eyes fluttering close as the sweet tension began to build inside me. I writhed my hips, my now soaked panties brushing against the hardened bulge straining through his jeans.
The sound of his low groans turned me on even further, as he tightened his arms around my body, crushing me to him as he feasted on my breasts, I felt my heart almost fail. I wanted him so bad then it felt as if I could never become sated.
“How the fuck did I let this happen? Your hold over me is dangerous, Sienna,” he muttered.
A smile widened my lips as I leaned forward to cradle his face in my hands. I pulled him away from my breasts, impatient with my need to taste him. I slipped my tongue to his mouth, and when my tongue met the fervor of his, I felt my entire body begin to burn.
I was tingling all over with the heat and urgency, and the knowledge that we were in a public place. At any time, we could be seen by anyone passing by. But you know what? I didn’t give a damn who saw us.
His hands moved underneath my skirt. He pushed it up till it bunched up around my waist. Then he found the strings of my thong and ripped the flimsy lace material off me. He pulled it from underneath me and flung it away. With one finger, he pushed me back so I was leaning against the dashboard. My throbbing pussy now completely exposed to him.
“Jesus, Sienna,” he growled and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Without taking his eyes off me, he began to incline the chair even further backwards until he was almost horizontal underneath me. He gripped the sides of my thighs and lifted me completely off him.
I squealed with surprise.
“I want you over my mouth,” he said.
He didn’t even give me a chance to process his instruction. I was thrust forward and had to quickly figure out my balance. With both my hands against the backseat, I was lifted until my ass was over his face. His hands were occupied with releasing his cock from his jeans so I decided to tease him. I leaned down just enough for him to anticipate contact with my sex. As his mouth opened, I pulled my dripping sex away from his face.
His mouth closed around nothing. “What the hell?” he snarled, gazing at my opening hungrily.
I laughed out loud, but soon paid for the tease. His hands came over to ferociously seize my hips and I was slammed down onto his face. My clit so swollen with desire, I almost screamed with the sensations coursing through me.
But just like always, he worked his way expertly around my sex, his tongue lapping at my folds, in maddening strokes, and then licking the sensitive tip of my clit. I almost passed out from the delicious torment. My body jumped as his lips closed around the bud, and began milking me greedily of every ounce of pleasure.
He feasted on me until I was leaning weakly over him, unable to hold myself up anymore. I rode my hips to the feverish rhythm, aware a shattering orgasm was on its way.
But it seemed he was more in tune with my body than I was, and knew exactly how to punish me. Just as I came to the very edge, he lifted me off his face.
My sex was buzzing. I stared down at him confused. I felt disoriented, like someone awaking from a deep sleep. The mischievous look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. “You dick,” I cursed.
Before I could complain too much, he lifted me down his body and brought my body towards his waiting cock. He settled me over the hard, protruding shaft. A shiver of excitement shot through me as an almost frantic urge to be filled and possessed by him overcame all else. I felt the silky-smooth, thick head at my entrance. My sex pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably in anticipation.
He sucked in his breath.
Then I felt myself being slowly impaled on that big, hard shaft. I relished the sound of his moan as my walls stretched to accommodate him.
Angelo hissed. “How can you be so fucking tight?” He never took his eyes off me as he slid deeper and deeper into me.