and squeezing her amazing ass, before heading lower to the hem of the short dress. While our mouths continued devouring each other’s, I teased my fingertips along the seam, feeling the soft skin on the back of her thigh. Her tongue in my mouth became more urgent and forceful, urging me on and letting me know she liked how I was touching her.
Gliding up her raised thigh, I reached far enough to know she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. But I didn't pause for long. I was so fucking aroused I didn't care that we were in public, or give a shit who might see. Moving along the inside of her thigh, I went all the way up to the thin piece of fabric covering her pussy. I groaned from the heat and wetness coming from her. Lacy moaned and rocked against my fingers as they lightly grazed along the damp material.
"Is this what you want?" I asked against her lips, before I penetrated her.
"No, Will," she said softly, making me pause. I started maneuvering my hand out from under her dress. "I want you to take me back to your place and help me beat my old record of four orgasms in one night. I want you to make me scream your name so many times that I forget his."
I stared at the face of the perfect woman in my arms, positive I'd just imagined hearing her say she wanted me to fuck her all night long. Her stunning dark blue eyes were hazed over with lust and her cheeks were flushed from arousal. Her red cherry lips were parted as she panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Did you just…you want to..." I stuttered.
"Come on, Will," she said. Sliding around the booth she stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. "Are you up for this challenge or not?" she asked.
I nodded since words failed me. I was also scared that if I opened my mouth I'd say the wrong thing and scare her away, ending this incredible fantasy.
On the way to the exit with her hand in mine, we passed Joe who was once again sitting at the bar.
"You're on your own. You can get a taxi, right? Great! See ya," I told him, not letting my feet come to a complete stop. His jaw came unhinged, then he laughed and shook his head.
The fresh air outside did nothing to calm my dick or my head. It took me a few seconds of looking for my truck to remember I drove Dylan's Porsche.
Here we go . I started towards the sports car where several people stood gawking. Unlocking the doors with the key fob made them all jump back a foot on the sidewalk.
"Ah, this is me," I told Lacy, pulling on her hand to bring her to a sudden halt.
"You're kidding," she said, her eyes studying the amazing car. "You said you had a Porsche, but you actually drive a freaking Spyder ?"
Damn, as if the woman wasn't already hot as fuck, she also knew her cars.
Lacy looked at me a second longer, her brow furrowed like she was having a difficult time trying to figure out how someone like me could own such a vehicle. That's because I couldn’t.
"Come on," I said, running my knuckles along the hourglass curve of her side. "Those orgasms aren't going to make themselves." That got her to smile, and she finally sat down in the passenger seat so I could close the door.
Since Dylan and Jules's apartment was in the heart of downtown, we were pulling up in their parking garage in no time, neither of us speaking a word on the short drive.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked Lacy when I helped her out of the car. I was afraid her silence meant she'd changed her mind.
She stood up and pressed her lips against mine, sending a jolt of lightning through my body again. Holy hell . While her seductive tongue sought mine, her hands took my breath away when they both went to work untucking my white polo shirt from my khakis, making contact with my bare stomach. Oh, but her wonderful, soft hands didn't stop there. She lowered the zipper on my pants to slide one small hand down inside to the front of my boxer briefs, grasping my cock through the cotton. I thought I was
Gliding up her raised thigh, I reached far enough to know she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. But I didn't pause for long. I was so fucking aroused I didn't care that we were in public, or give a shit who might see. Moving along the inside of her thigh, I went all the way up to the thin piece of fabric covering her pussy. I groaned from the heat and wetness coming from her. Lacy moaned and rocked against my fingers as they lightly grazed along the damp material.
"Is this what you want?" I asked against her lips, before I penetrated her.
"No, Will," she said softly, making me pause. I started maneuvering my hand out from under her dress. "I want you to take me back to your place and help me beat my old record of four orgasms in one night. I want you to make me scream your name so many times that I forget his."
I stared at the face of the perfect woman in my arms, positive I'd just imagined hearing her say she wanted me to fuck her all night long. Her stunning dark blue eyes were hazed over with lust and her cheeks were flushed from arousal. Her red cherry lips were parted as she panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Did you just…you want to..." I stuttered.
"Come on, Will," she said. Sliding around the booth she stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. "Are you up for this challenge or not?" she asked.
I nodded since words failed me. I was also scared that if I opened my mouth I'd say the wrong thing and scare her away, ending this incredible fantasy.
On the way to the exit with her hand in mine, we passed Joe who was once again sitting at the bar.
"You're on your own. You can get a taxi, right? Great! See ya," I told him, not letting my feet come to a complete stop. His jaw came unhinged, then he laughed and shook his head.
The fresh air outside did nothing to calm my dick or my head. It took me a few seconds of looking for my truck to remember I drove Dylan's Porsche.
Here we go . I started towards the sports car where several people stood gawking. Unlocking the doors with the key fob made them all jump back a foot on the sidewalk.
"Ah, this is me," I told Lacy, pulling on her hand to bring her to a sudden halt.
"You're kidding," she said, her eyes studying the amazing car. "You said you had a Porsche, but you actually drive a freaking Spyder ?"
Damn, as if the woman wasn't already hot as fuck, she also knew her cars.
Lacy looked at me a second longer, her brow furrowed like she was having a difficult time trying to figure out how someone like me could own such a vehicle. That's because I couldn’t.
"Come on," I said, running my knuckles along the hourglass curve of her side. "Those orgasms aren't going to make themselves." That got her to smile, and she finally sat down in the passenger seat so I could close the door.
Since Dylan and Jules's apartment was in the heart of downtown, we were pulling up in their parking garage in no time, neither of us speaking a word on the short drive.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked Lacy when I helped her out of the car. I was afraid her silence meant she'd changed her mind.
She stood up and pressed her lips against mine, sending a jolt of lightning through my body again. Holy hell . While her seductive tongue sought mine, her hands took my breath away when they both went to work untucking my white polo shirt from my khakis, making contact with my bare stomach. Oh, but her wonderful, soft hands didn't stop there. She lowered the zipper on my pants to slide one small hand down inside to the front of my boxer briefs, grasping my cock through the cotton. I thought I was
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