Ex~ w/ Neymar jr

Part 16-All mine

He pulled me back in to kiss him, and his thirst was showing. His lips were buttery, and every time I tasted them I wanted more. He pulled his head back and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go." He said jogging with my hand in his.

We left out of the back door and he had a car set up. It was dark and sleek, glistening in the night. When did he do this? Fuck, who cares. He opened the door to the back seat, sitting down and pulling me onto his lap. He looked up at me, his hazel eyes shiny and his pupils dilated. His mouth slipped open a bit, almost in awe. Had he got even prettier? Meu Deus. He licked his bottom lip, hands gripping my hips firmly as he let out a soft groan from the feeling of my flesh. 

"Mami...", he cursed softly, nuzzling into the warm nook of my breasts and pressing kisses to my flushed, brown skin. A small whimper slipped from my lips, I could feel myself getting wetter, more desperate. I started grinding slowly on him, feeling myself leaking onto the firm bulge beneath me. 

His rough hands gripped my ass tighter, and I saw a smirk grow on those perfect fucking lips. This was still the dickhead I grew up with, and no amount of desperation could break his ego. 

"Wear this skimpy little thing for me, amor...?" He said, grinning as he traced the lace thong decorating my lower half. I was trying not to finish all over his bulge and those big... meaty... thighs, and he was smirking up at me. Fuck this man.

"You'd... ngh... You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I forced out, running a hand through his hair as I looked down to the wet spot on his slacks.

"Mmm..." He hummed, biting his lip. "Would I?" He asked, grinning before he slung a finger under the strap running through my ass and pulled it tighter, rubbing it through my soaked folds. I moaned softly, trying to conceal my desperation from the driver, and more importantly, the devil in disguise I was ready to fall apart on. 

"Mh-mh, lemme hear you." He growled softly, pulling it again.

"Porra-" I cried freely, my head falling to his neck, biting down on the muscle there through the layers of his suit.

The driver beeped for us to get out, pulling up in front of some hotel. Neymar grinned, getting out of the car and holding me firmly to him, my legs around his waist and one of my tits threatening to spill from my dress.  He hustled us inside, purposefully getting some friction against him, forcing me not to moan as we walked into the lobby.

"Key." He gritted out, my lips gracing his neck teasingly, making him struggle not to moan as much as I was.

The woman at the desk blushed at the scene in front of her, handing him a key labeled "da Silva."

He hurried to the elevator and pressed the buttons impatiently, groaning loudly as soon as the door closed. He gripped my ass firmer, to the point I could tell his prints would be on me the next morning.

"You think you're funny, tryna get me in trouble like that?" He gritted out, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him. His eyes werent full of shiny awe like earlier, they were dark with slight frustration.

I couldn't help but laugh at the sight, all that ego eating into him. "Big man losing his control?"  

"Dirty woman..." He choked out as I turned one of his tattoos red. He bristled to our room, unlocking the door. He threw us on the bed kneeling between my legs. 

"Please..." I begged breathily into his ear.

"God.." He groaned.

He took off his shoes and mine following up taking off my dress, he just stopped for a moment and looked at me. I watched as his eyes hungrily scanned my body and his pupils dilated, his hunger for me turning me on even more.

"Take it off." I begged, pulling at his suit jacket.

He took of his tie, jacket, and shirt swiftly, staying in his pants. I scanned him, his lean legs hugged by his pants, his alluring tattoos, his beautiful caramel skin... I wanted him bad.