Chapter 24 — Nial
My gloved hands steered the car down the road, my heart swelling with pride after the expected outcome of the case. She’d successfully buried Vika and his legal team, proving she wasn’t a liability to the Bratva but a valuable asset.
She should be glad after her triumph in court, yet for some reason, she seemed gloomy and a bit distant. Like her mind was far away.
“You did good in there, you know,” I said, stealing a glance at her riding shotgun.
She heaved a sigh, her voice faint. “It doesn’t feel like it.”
I sensed something was off and my eyes squinted slightly. “You all right?”
She turned and looked at me, a hint of desire flickering in her gaze. “I will be.”
I thought it was tiredness at first or that I had misread her expression. But when she bit her lower lip and battered her lashes at me, I realized I hadn’t misread anything. She was turned on.
Kiera leaned in, casting a seductive look at me, her manicured hand finding my lap. Her touch sent shocks through my body, causing me to flinch a bit.
“Wha—what’re you doing?” I stuttered, almost losing focus on the road.
She drew closer, the scent of her perfume drifting into my nostrils. Sweet and intoxicating. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
The sound of her voice alone stirred something primal within me. And when her hand slid down my groin, my body stiffened and my grip tightened around the steering wheel.
“Fuck,” I murmured, forcing myself to watch the road ahead. “You’re playing with fire, little lawyer.”
“Maybe I wanna get burned.” She stroked the print of my cock over my pants, her tongue licking my ear.
My heart was swelling with passion, my chest rising and falling with slow breaths. She caressed my head with one hand and began kissing my face. With her other hand, she unzipped my pants and slid inside.
“This is dangerous,” I said, weaving the car through traffic.
“I thought you ate danger for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” she teased, withdrawing my cock.
The damn thing stood tall like the Eiffel Tower, hard and veiny. She stroked it for a moment, her hand gliding smoothly along my erection.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“Fuck.” I leaned back into my seat, stiffening as she lowered her head toward my lap.
She brushed her hair behind her ear and went down on me, her mouth swallowing my cock. Her teeth grazed my cap, her tongue twirling around it as she stroked me effortlessly.
I groaned deeply, struggling to focus on the road. My leg stepped off the accelerator, my waist rising to meet her mouth. She rolled her fist around my dick, her head tilting sideways as she worked on me.
My fingers clenched around the steering wheel, my heart swelling with desire. I reached for her backside and spanked her ass, my eyes shifting back to the road.
I made a wrong turn and almost ran into an incoming vehicle. Luckily for us, I was quick enough to swerve the car, avoiding a collision.
“Watch it, punk!” the driver yelled, honking as we sped past each other.
Kiera couldn’t care less about how we almost had an accident. She kept sucking me, choking and gagging on my cock like she loved every bit of the process.
I combed my hair backward, my legs trembling beneath me in response to her excellent work. She spat on my cock, her fist smearing the saliva along my stem while her tongue twirled over my cap.
“You crazy little devil,” I said softly. “You’re gonna get us killed.”
She glanced up at me, her mouth covered in drool. “What’s the matter? Afraid of a little adventure?”
I spanked her ass again, locking my jaw as I drove through the streets. The more she sucked my cock, the more difficult it became to concentrate.
“Hmm.” She dipped her head, her lips closing around me with my cock in her throat.
“Fuck,” I murmured, unsure of how long I could take it.
She took her mouth off, sucking in air through her teeth, the sound sloppy and nasty. She looked up at me, a thread of drool hanging from her bottom lip.
“Pull over,” she commanded, stroking my cock faster than before, her gaze fixed on my face. “Pull over and fuck me like you own me.”
Without hesitation, I swerved the vehicle into an alley and parked it there, my pulse racing. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned toward her, my lips crashing against hers. The air was thick with sexual tension as our kiss deepened, leaving us breathless and wanting more.
We helped each other undress in that cramped space, our mouths still glued together. The car’s cabin was filled with our breathy moans as suit jackets were shed—hers first, then mine.
I clutched the hem of her white blouse and yanked it off, exposing her black bra. Her fingers deftly undid the buttons of my shirt as she leaned in closer, her hands sliding under the fabric.
Tongues invaded our mouths, heads tilting sideways as we devoured each other’s lips. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra with a single flick.
She broke the kiss, her chest heaving with heavy breaths as she unzipped her tailored pants. While she was at that, I reached for the lever beneath my seat and pulled it up. My weight eased back as the seat reclined slowly.
The backrest slid down until it was almost flat, nearly touching the backseat. I lay on the makeshift bed, my heart racing in anticipation. She yanked her pants off, revealing a pair of G-strings that matched her bra.
Kiera climbed on top of me, her hand reaching for my cock between her legs. And slowly, she slid down onto it, her face contorting in pleasure. Once I was fully inside her, she began twisting and twirling, riding me with a steady pace.
I stretched out my hands and grabbed those perky breasts while she ground against me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned, rolling her neck seductively, her pace quickening by the second. “Why can’t I get enough of you?” She stared down at me.
I assisted from under, my groin slapping loudly against her ass as I drove into her with vigorous strokes.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….” The words spilled out in a desperate rush. “Yes, just like that—like that—fuck!”
I groaned, squeezing against her breasts while hitting her hard and fast.
“No, Nial, you make me feel so slutty!” she confessed, her moans driving me nuts.
Her breathing deepened and grew more intense, her eyes rolling back. My hands found her waist, and I began guiding her movements while watching the expression on her face.
“Oooohhhh,” she moaned, hands in her hair. “Your cock feels so good.”
“You like that shit?” I asked, groaning, each thrust harder than the last.
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried out, her breasts bouncing up and down.
“Again.”
“It feels so good, Daddy!”
“Atta girl.”
She hopped off me, her knees sinking into the cushion of the front passenger seat. With her hands pressed against the window, she bent over, her ass arched in anticipation.
I got up, positioned myself behind her, and spanked her butt cheek.
“Uuuuhhh!” she moaned, flinching.
I bent over, parted her ass, and began eating her salad.
“Ohh, fuck!” Her legs trembled beneath her, and she slammed her palm against the glass.
The sound of my hand meeting her ass echoed through the car’s cabin as I ate.
“What’re you doing to me, Nial?” she whimpered, reaching back to caress my head.
I couldn’t talk with my mouth full, and by now, I was already lost in a sea of ecstasy. My fingers dug into her flesh as I massaged her butt cheeks.
“Ohh, my goodness!”
While eating her salad, I slid my hand between her legs and began fingering her pussy. Her body jerked in response as my thumb stroked through her wetness.
She slammed her fist against the glass, her moans intensifying by the second.
When I finished eating, I rubbed my cock over her entrance, teasing her a bit before sliding in.
“Mmmmmmm.”
Her pussy closed around me, warm and tight. I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it while driving into her. I started off slow at first and, with time, began quickening my pace.
“Yeessss, keep fucking me like that,” she whispered, her voice laced with sheer pleasure. “I like it when you’re this dominant.”
“Who owns this pussy?” I asked, spanking her ass.
“You do, Daddy,” she answered amidst moans.
“You’re mine, Kiera.”
“I’m yours.”
“Say it again.” Another spank.
“Uuuhh,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
I drilled her cunt with all my strength, my groin slapping loudly against her ass.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy.” She glanced back at me. “Go harder.”
I quickened my pace, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Yes, like that!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck—fuck—fuck!”
I pulled her hair, my waist slamming into her with relentless strokes.
“Your dick feels so good in my pussy,” she said, groaning deeply.
The faster I moved, the more I lost strength, but I didn’t stop. No. I kept going. Harder.
“Fuck, I’m so close!” she said, signaling her arrival. “Almost there, almost there…almost….” Her voice trailed off into a silent scream.
She dipped her hand between her legs and began rubbing her cunt. “Oh, my God, I’m coming,” she said, her tone weakened by the intense pleasure coursing through her. “I’m coming, Nial.”
My muscles contracted, and my face contorted in pleasure as I neared the edge as well. “Oh, fuck!”
“Come in me, Daddy,” she said, her sweet voice laced with a mix of urgency and desperation. “Do it—come in my pussy. I wanna feel you deep inside me.”
Those words snapped the tension building within me, and in the next second, I exploded. At the same time, her dam shattered.
“Fuccccckkk!” she cried, legs shaking, breath trembling.
She squirted over the seat as I groaned deeply, filling her up with my load. It was so warm inside, wet and slippery.
After emptying myself in her, I fell back onto the reclined driver’s seat, completely exhausted. I combed my damp hair backward, my breathing heavy and unsteady.
“Fuck, I needed this,” she said, turning to face me, a small, satisfied grin tugging at her lips. “Thank you,” she murmured, hovering over me.
My response was a smirk.
She kissed me again, then lay on my body, her head on my chest. The car’s cabin fell silent, except for the sounds of our labored breaths.
My fingers slowly traced down her spine as I thought about how nothing was going to stop me from marrying her. The connection between us had clearly transcended beyond the physical, and I now wanted more.
I couldn’t get enough of her, just as she couldn’t get enough of me. Perhaps this was a sign we were meant to be together.
Right?