𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽 |*

19
AMBER JACKSON
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"You've never cursed at me before." I murmur to him quietly, my body attempting to control the fiery sensations coursing through every vein. My palm rests on his chest, caressing his flesh through the holes in his button-down t-shirt. I trace a line till my palm lands right on his belt, gradually yanking the loop free, his zipper down, and the button open. Fortunately for us, the car tonight had a soundproof partition that was pulled up to obscure the driver's view of anything we were doing. But only after I realized the driver had overheard our prior conversation.

"I liked it." I whisper, putting my hands beneath the band of his boxers, my cold fingers coming in contact with his rising erection. Alessandro was brooding, his palm resting beneath his chin, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery through the vehicle window. A shudder passes through his body before he relaxes, stretching his legs further out in the Phantom's spacy interior, his eyelids shutting shut at the touch of my fingers. "I enjoyed it so much that I'm going to take you up on your 'shoving your dick down my throat' portion of the argument." I say, pulling him out of his boxers. His dick shoots at attention, staring me down as though mocking.

We've both seen each other naked before, but this is the first time I've gotten so close and personal to take in every aspect of the hardened dick in front of me. Alessandro was long, trimmed, and just the ideal size to fit in my mouth. I watch it twitch as my breath sends a warm heat over the skin, and I playfully tap it back and forth to touch the skin of my lips.

A warm trail of spit touches his tip, and my lips warmly envelop it. Before I raise my head to lick from the base, my tongue flicks across the slit of his tip, tasting the little drop of precum accumulating. "Fuck." He notes as he grips my neck, compelling me to gaze into his eyes, excitement coursing in my veins, my eyes wide and gaping at him. "Jesus fucking Christ." As I remained there watching him breathe calmly, the salty-sweet muskiness overpowering my senses.

"If I recall correctly, I'm meant to be shoving my dick into your mouth. Does what you're doing now match, bambina?" His voice was the hoarsest and coarsest I'd ever heard it, arousal pouring from his pores. His taste fucking intoxicating. "No, but I want to take care of you as I know you'll take care of me tonight." I explain, my eyes are wide open, waiting for his reaction. His palm tightens around my neck, forcing me to clench my thighs as he pauses my breath for barely a second. "I believe you'd relish it more if I kept to the plan. No?"

I nod quickly, picturing the taste and feel of his dick constantly brushing the back of my throat. "You're a good girl. Now put my dick back inside my pants, pull your dress over your waist, slide over the compartment, and ride my fingers." he concludes. I don't waste time at his instruction, swathing him in his boxers, pushing his zipper up and his belt tight. My dress gradually reveals the length of my legs till it reaches totally over my hips, and his hand is extended to help me over the inconveniently positioned compartment. Alessandro relaxes back in his seat, leaning the chair back the farthest it will go becoming more at ease as I straddle his thighs in the large car.

His hand passes over the soaked garment I'm wearing, teasingly stroking back and forth, never placing too much pressure on the ache between my thighs. "You're fucking soaked baby, and I can't wait to sink my teeth into you tonight," he sighs as his finger slips inside the lace of my panties, finally brushing up against my wetness in full. A moan leaves my lips as I feel his finger going in and out of me at a gradual speed. His left hand holds my hips, drawing me closer to him, chest to chest. His lips brush against my ears, delicately biting at the flesh, as his finger brushes and pinches at my clit. "You already know what you need to do."

Three fingers plunge deep into me, drawing an airy gasp from my lips and Alessandro's murmured grunt. His fingertips dug through the fabric of my dress, just pricking the flesh, deepening my arch so it was safer and easier to ride. My fingers go up the back of his neck, delicately holding his nape. "Ride," he grinds his teeth, staring me in the eyes to evaluate the harmony of my reaction to this entire circumstance.