The elastic snapped in her knickers as Cormack’s hands tugged the sheer lace down her legs.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Drusilla’s voice was breathless with excitement as she gripped his shoulders. “What the hell are we doing?” She was flat on her back on the cream upholstery of her car’s backseat. Her legs were akimbo and the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life had a loaded cock bobbing before her, looking for a place to call home.
Cormack threw her panties onto the rearview mirror. “You don’t know what we’re doing?” His eyes raked her body possessively.
A thrill of wildfire shot through Drusilla’s veins. “I know what this is.” Her legs were open and ready to receive. Never had she felt so exposed in her life. Her breasts ached pleasantly from the thorough sucking he had given them and all in all she felt fantastic. This is too good to be true. Things like this never happened to her.
“Then why the question?” Cormack hunched down and lifted her legs over his shoulders.
“This is crazy.” The car was too small, he was too big and it was in the middle of the day. But oh, how I want him…
Cormack leaned forward and licked her inner thigh in one long stroke.
Drusilla shivered. Oh yes… “We don’t know each other and er…” There had to be another reason but who could think when a hot tongue was making her shiver with anticipation?
“We have a mutual interest in Arthur.” His eyes were hot on hers.
No man had ever looked at Drusilla like that before. Maybe it wasn’t so crazy after all. Maybe it would be crazy not to take up what was on offer. “Arthur is a goldfish.” It was funny to think an argument over a fish had them in the backseat of her car half naked and ready to fuck each other’s brains out. Mental note. Fish are aphrodisiacs. Buy an aquarium.
“Arthur will be mine.”
“You could be a nice guy and let me have him.” It was a weird conversation to be having with a man whose head was in between her thighs.
Cormack smiled at her. “I want to give you something much better than a fish, honey.” His mouth dropped down to her pussy.
His eyes were so wonderfully wicked with promise. What fish? “Am I going to like it?”
“Oh yeah.” Cormack said no more as his mouth fastened on to her clit and sucked.
Drusilla choked back a scream of delight as her hands clutched at his shoulders. No one had ever sucked her there. She trembled as his lips and tongue devoured her. “What if someone sees us?” Don’t stop.
Cormack lifted his head. “I’m giving you mouth to mouth.”
“That’s not my mouth.”
“You talk a lot. I noticed that in the store.”
Drusilla’s hands stroked his broad shoulders. “Is it putting you off?”
“Oh no honey, I want in.”
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