𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝙰𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠
-Brent Faiyaz | Poison-
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Without a care in the world, Derek and I left the club, our phones vibrating and ringing, but we didn't pay it any mind. He knows my body needs him, craving a carnal connection that I want from nobody but him.
I drove Derek's car for him, his apartment being the closest destination, and with each passing light, his hands could be felt, stroking the inner depths of my thigh and grabbing the back of my neck. He's leaning over into my seat, his breath warm against my ear, whispering things that made my heart flutter and my skin light on fire.
"You know what you doin' to me?" He growls lowly, the rasp in his voice, causing my pussy to swell and saturate with desire.
"I do, baby." I manage to utter in a moan, trying to keep my voice steady as I focus on navigating through the Atlanta traffic. I haven't driven a manual car in years, but my muscle memory starts to take over, and it now feels like it's only been days.
The loud roar of his engine sends vibrations through my body, making my breasts, thighs and ass shake as I switch through gears, my hand stroking the knob of his Camaro's gearstick, wishing that I had a free hand to stroke him instead.
"Fuck, Mama... You look so fucking sexy when you drive my shit." Derek murmurs into my ear, his voice husky and his low eyes filled with desire. His hand slides under my dress, sending shivers racing up and down my spine. I squirm in my seat, the feel of his fingers slipping past my panties, making me moan loudly.
My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to keep my attention on the road. The combination of Derek's torrid words and his fingers, orbiting around my clit was becoming too much for me.
"Mmm, Derek," I gasped, my words a plea for control and release all in one.
"Hurry up. I wanna make love to you, Mama."
We're a few lights away from his apartment now and I'm trying my hardest to keep it together. But Derek's fingers don't let up. They just keep circling, stroking, pressing me through my drenched folds. His other hand is holding my thigh like he doesn't want me to slip away from him.
Every stroke of his middle finger drives me wild and finally he releases his hold on me when he sees that we're entering the parking lot of his apartment complex.
I find a space to pull into, switching the gear stick into park, heart racing a mile a minute in my chest. I was acutely aware of how heavy my breathing was. I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me.
"Stay right there." He hopped out first, coming around to my side to open the door for me. He extends his hand to help me up and once I'm standing, he slides his hands around my waist, pulling me close against the car, dipping his head down to press his lips against mine.
His lips were soft and our kiss intensified, the taste of him sending my head spinning as I closed my eyes. The intensity of the moment made the world around us blur into nothingness.
He broke away from the kiss, pulling me by the hand so we could walk through the double doors of the building.
"Good Evening." The concierge greets us but Derek only nods to him and I smile, us barely acknowledging the kind gentleman up front. He's too focused on getting us upstairs to his apartment, as fast as his feet can pull us.
