The sound of her slickness is filling the compact space of the car as I force her to watch herself as she comes. She shakes and convulses as her pussy, literally, drips all over the seat, coating the leather.
"There it is, Good Girl. Always so compl...
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My, My, My ~ Johnny Gill
Her hand slips into mine and we walk through the lobby collecting stares. The men are drooling in her wake and my chest puffs out in pride. They can look but they can't touch. I let go of her hand only to open the door, she sways through the frame. My head follows her figure as she moves past me and I lean back far enough to get a good view of her ass. She turns then, wondering why I'm not following behind, to find me undressing her with my eyes. "Tobias?" She has a huge smile gracing her features and the sun is almost set in her background. I have to remind myself to breathe.
She's effortlessly beautiful. Divine.
I flex, opening and closing my sweaty palms before taking her in my embrace again, wondering if she can tell how on edge I am. This day has replayed over and over again in my mind. I've imagined all the ways I could get her back. Watching her move on, or try to, was hard. She wanted me gone from her memory. I'd caused her so much pain and heartache that she wanted to forget me. It was something I promised myself I'd never do to a woman, especially her.
One of my men opens the door for us to slide inside of the car. Her eyes bounce around the leather interior, taking in the set ambience lights and cooled champagne, I had no clue he'd do this. He's getting a bonus for this stunt. Our eyes meet in the mirror and like he can read my mind, he nods with a gentle smile before pulling away from the curb.
The beauty next to me grabs hold of my hand to get my attention. "Where you are taking me, Tobias?" I roll my eyes and sigh. She's so impatient. Kissing her inner wrist, I breathe in her favourite perfume. 'Honey Aoud' made by Montale. Amber and Madagascan Vanilla infused with Honey and topped with Cinnamon. So basically edible. I'm sitting next to her when she looks edible...smells edible...and I'm sure if I was to spread her open here she'd taste just as good. "Your staarrriinnnggg." She smiles again but delicately this time, more delicately than normal.
"I'm sorry, I'm just–" Hungry? Yes. Possessive? Yes. Obsessed? Abso-fucking-lutely. She peers into my drooped eyes awaiting my answer. "Grateful–" I hold my breath, attempting to straighten my mind for just a second. "–I'm just grateful you agreed to this Princess." She throws her head back then, shoulders shaking as laughter bubbles through her. I'm, of course, still staring like a lovesick puppy. "You make it seem like your kidnapping me Tobias!" I laugh with her. Watching dearly as tiny tears escape the corners of her eyes and she dabs at them.
I wish I could. I mean... I could, couldn't I?
"Don't even think about it." I'm snapped back to reality to find her shaking her head in disappointment with a smirk playing on her lips. "Are you going to let go of my hand to pour me a glass of champagne?" I'm still holding her hand? I look down at the death grip I have on her. I drop her like she's carrying the plague of the century out of shame. I need to pull myself together. I pour the two of us a glass and hand her one as she tries to quiet her snickers, hiding her lips behind her palm.
