15. Deanna #2
I wait for them to disappear around the corner before turning to Prime. “I swear to fucking god if that woman says one more thing about me I’m going to dig my fingernails into her eyes and?—“
Prime puts a hand on my lower back, pulls me against him, and crashes his mouth into mine.
I don’t have time to react. The heat is blistering.
His mouth is warm bourbon and sin. His tongue slips between my lips as he devours me and I don’t have the strength or the desire to stop him.
I fall into that kiss, returning it with more passion than I realized I had as hunger for him boils into my core, ripping into my spine, digging claws into my brain.
He lingers, biting my lower lip, breathing hard. A trail of spit links our tongues. “I need to get you home.”
“Prime—“
“No more talking. I’m calling the car.” He nips my lower lip again and texts our driver for the night.
When the town car appears, he drags me into the back seat and rolls the divider up.
I barely have time to attempt to buckle before Prime’s dropping to his knees in front of me, the car already in motion toward home.
“What are you?—“
“We have ten minutes. I’m going to make you come in five.”
“Prime!”
He kisses me, breathing through his nose before kissing my neck, down to the lacy neckline of my dress, palming my breasts, hiking my skirt. “Imagine what that horrible fucking monster would say if she saw you now. Young, beautiful, dripping wet.”
“Shit,” I say, head tipped back as he strokes down between my legs. “What happened to going home?”
“I’m out of patience.”
“You shouldn’t. Prime, please.”
“Stop it.” He kisses my inner thigh. My dress is around my hips. He tugs at the hem of my panties, gliding them around my thighs. “Fuck, look at that. Taking off your underwear. You’re glistening with how wet you are, love.”
“Prime.” My fingers curl in his hair. “I almost ruined tonight.”
“You’re wrong.” He plants nips and kisses up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer. “You were perfect.”
“They hated me.”
“That terrible woman hates everyone. But you—“ His tongue stiffens as it licks down my folds and spreads me apart. It takes a lot of effort not to scream with how good it feels. “You handled it with grace and dignity.”
“Oh fuck.”
He kisses my pussy, licks me slowly, gentle at first, and God, he’s so, so good at that.
I almost forgot, but the man is a master with his mouth, and I’m nothing against the pleasure he burns through me.
He sucks my clit and teases me with his fingers.
He gets them wet and shoves them in my mouth as he licks me faster.
I whimper, licking my pussy from his hand as his mouth does its filthy business.
“Prime,” I gasp, arching against his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good.”
“I want to taste you come, baby.” His fingers glide into my pussy, two deep inside, a thumb grazing my clit. “You’re so god damn perfect. I could destroy you right now. I could fucking ruin you. But all I want is your taste.”
“Wait—wait—“ I tug at his hair hard to make him slow down. “I want you. In my mouth. Right. Now.”
His eyes widen. “Baby, you’re so close already.”
“Now, Prime.”
He sits back on the seat beside me. I fumble with his belt, yanking it off.
He lifts his hips and takes off his trousers, and god damn, there it is, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.
I’m half on the seat and half off, one hand wrapped around his base, and he’s enormous.
I can’t believe it as I lick the tip, tasting salty desire.
He reaches down, fingers finding my soaking folds?—
“Oh my god,” I moan as his fingers slip inside, palm grinding into my clit.
I suck him, running tongue around his head, swirling in fast circles and trying to take as much of him as I can, but he’s huge.
It’s sloppy and wet, and I don’t care. I stroke, sucking manically as his fingers fuck me, grinding into my soaking pussy.
Pleasure collides with how deliciously wrong this is and I’m moaning with his cock in my mouth, struggling to stroke and suck and lick, his fingers working faster and fucking me, and I don’t know how I can take much more, him filling me at both ends.
“God damn baby,” he moans and it’s that edge of desire, that note of losing control, that breaks me. “I can’t hold myself back.”
I grind against his hand and shatter, breaking, coming, his dick in my mouth. I taste him explode onto my tongue and it’s all I can do to keep from choking as my orgasm rips me to pieces. I swallow as much as I can, but more spills out around his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I say, gasping for air as I collapse onto the seat beside him. “Oh my god, shit, Prime, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” His eyes are glassy as he strokes my cheek and licks his pussy-coated fingers clean. “For the best fucking blowjob of my life?”
“No, I mean, I got some on you.”
“You’ll swallow it all next time.”
I laugh, giddy and flying from the orgasm still, sighing with contentment as I sit close to him. We stay like that until the car slows, and we both hurriedly get dressed again when I realize we’re at the house already.
“Took longer than five minutes,” I comment as we get out. I notice the driver looking at us in the mirror and my cheeks turn bright red. “Does he know?”
Prime bends down to the window and gives the guy a wad of cash before he takes my arm and leads me inside. “Know what? He saw nothing and heard even less.”
“You’re crazy.”
“So I’m told.”
“I need to shower the memory of that terrible woman away.”
“Want some company?”
I touch his cheek and pat it. “Some other time.” I’m very aware of his eyes on my back as I hurry up the steps, trying not to grin like an idiot, but failing miserably.