She looks around once more before her knees slowly part. I slip my fingers insider her panties and rub them up and down her slick seam. She’s wet, and her little clit is begging for attention. I bring my finger to my mouth and suck off the juice before I dip them back in her panties.
“I want you to sit on my face,” I say, and her eyes widen. “I’ll be quick.”
“Keaton, we’re in the back of a freaking car!”
“Let me worry about that.”
She cries out as I pull the lever on the right and my chair falls all the way back. I grab her hips and lift her up so that her knees are on either side of the headrest. She plants her hands on the third row seat, and I pull her ass down so that her pussy is right over my mouth.
“They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” I say before I lick her wet lips and then suck on her clit.
“Oh god, Key!” She moans loudly and rocks her hips.
I wiggle my tongue inside of her so deep as she moves on my face and I eat every drop. She’s panting and clawing at the leather as I go back and forth from her clit to her opening. Her pussy is dripping wet, and all I can think about is how slippery it’s going to be on my cock.
“Fucking ride my face,” I growl as her thighs shake.
“Oh god, I’m going to—” Her words are cut off as I slide my fingers inside her and suck on her clit at the same time.
When she cums on my face, it’s like all my dreams have come true. The feel of her soft pussy on my mouth, the sweet taste of her release, and the echoes of her moans make me feel like a god. Once I’ve licked her clean and slid her panties back into place, I lower her down to lay across my chest.
“How am I supposed to go to work like this?” Her words are mumbled and sleepy.
“Don’t. Stay with me all day.”
“Ughh,” she grumbles as she sits up. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“Yes.” I lean forward to bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent.
The car comes to a stop and I glance through the dark windows to see we’re here. Suddenly my good mood begins to fade and the gloomy cloud of being without Elsy arrives.
“You’ll have lunch with me today?” she asks as she straightens her skirt and fixes her shirt.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I say, then kiss her goodbye and help her out of the SUV.
She’s smiling, and her cheeks are flushed with happiness as she walks into the building. I stand there for a long time to make sure she’s okay, and then I glare up at the skyscraper.