waist. Her bare butt rested
against the edge of the pliable leather seat; her legs extended out
across the spacious floorboard.
Adam knelt between her
thighs and drank in the sight of her exposed flesh. She'd
completely shaved her pubic region. The first time he’d eaten her
out—on her office desk—he'd told her that he liked a clean-shaven
pussy. She’d been mortified that he’d had to pause several times to
remove stray hairs from his tongue. The next time he’d seen her,
she’d gone Brazilian. He’d made her confess that she’d shaved
herself before their appointment, hoping they’d go all the way in
her office. After she’d admitted she been fantasizing about him
fucking her for weeks, he hadn’t disappointed her. Her office had
been a complete wreck by the time he’d finished banging her on
every available surface. A year and copious tumbles later,
she still made his
blood run hot.
Adam gazed at her feminine folds for a
long moment, his mouth watering with anticipation. So sweet. So
pure. So his. He committed the view to memory, knowing he’d have
plenty of inspiration the next time he sat down with his drawing
pad and charcoal pencil. He loved to draw her body from
memory.
Unexpectedly, Madison’s hands shifted
to cover her mound, blocking the glorious sight of her sex. Such
beauty should be celebrated, not hidden. He looked up at her and
found her blushing, her gaze trained somewhere above his
head.
“ Don't stare at me like
that,” she whispered. “It's embarrassing.”
“ Why is it embarrassing?
It's beautiful. The most beautiful thing God ever created.” He
urged her hands away and her knees farther apart. She scarcely
resisted. Under his attention, her pussy grew redder, more swollen,
wetter. Making her do things that she normally wouldn’t always
turned her on, and seeing her in this state had his cock straining
his zipper. He had to have her. Now.
Adam unfastened his fly and
pulled out his stiff and throbbing cock. “The only thing that could
possibly be more beautiful . . . ” He
rubbed the head of his dick over her warm, slippery folds, brushing
her clit, teasing her opening until she shuddered.
“ . . . is seeing
it filled with me.”
He entered her a few inches to prove
his point, but got lost in sensation. His eyes drifted closed.
Bliss.
“ Adam?”
He opened his eyes, expecting her to
be flushed with pleasure, but found her chewing on the end of her
finger, looking uncertain.
“ Relax, sweetheart,” he
whispered, his hands sliding over her hips, thumbs drawing upward
along her hip bones.
He thrust deeper and glanced down to
watch her hot sheath swallow his cock. His balls tightened. Fuck,
he wouldn't last long. He wasn't sure what was about her that
shredded his usual control.
Adam pulled back and
plunged deeper, watching her body accept him. He loved how her
flesh adjusted to his. Relished how her body was designed to give
his ultimate pleasure. He wanted her to feel as much as she gave.
Adam rubbed his fingertips over her clit to help her find release
quickly. Later he'd tease her. Touch her. Please her. Later. Now, now he just
had to fuck her. As he withdrew again, his cock, slick with her
juices, was revealed an inch at a time, and then her pussy engulfed
it as he thrust forward again.
Madison grabbed one of the chains Adam
wore around his neck and pulled. “Adam!” she cried.
He tore his gaze from where
their bodies were joined in splendid perfection. She wasn't looking
at him; her horrified blue eyes were focused on the side window.
“He can see us.”
They were stopped in traffic. The
driver in the next car was staring straight at them. Adam knew
there was no way the man could see through the dark tint on the
limo’s glass. “He can't see us, sweetheart.”
“ Are you sure?”
Adam presented the dude with a stiff
middle finger. The guy's curious expression didn't change. “I'm
sure,” Adam said.
She turned her head to look at
him.
“