Page 101 of Pretty Little Shadow
I looked around the vehicle, taking in the sleek leather and fancy interior. "You didn't have to buy me this."
"I wanted to, Shadow." He squeezed my leg. "You deserve a car almost as sexy as you."
"I'm not sure if that's offensive to me or to the car."
He chuckled, pulling my leg closer as we stopped at a light. "How much coffee have you had?"
"Too much. I'm going to be up all night."
"Good." Dare's hand slid higher on my leg as he wove through the city. My body warmed as his fingers stroked slow circles on my inner thigh.
He slid his hand under my shorts and teased the crease between my leg and my center, but didn't touch me where I wanted him to.
When we reached a road that led into the forest surrounding Rumor, his fingers finally brushed my clit, and I moaned.
He played with me slowly, his full attention on the road as he drove through the trees. Eventually, he parked the car in a tiny, empty dirt lot, and turned toward me.
I was panting, clutching the door of the car with one hand, and his wrist with the other.
I needed him to keep going.
"You're so fucking hot." Darius slid his fingers inside me for a moment before pulling them out and dragging my slickness over my already soaked core. My hips rocked.
"You didn't mention this being part of the plan," I breathed, trying to chase a climax with way I rocked my hips.
"Did you think you were only going to get my cock?"
"Kinda."
Darius chuckled, the sound low and rumbly. “You deserve more than that." He pulled his hand out of my shorts. "Come here, Shadow. Give me a chance to do this over."
I climbed onto his lap, sitting down with my legs straddling his lap again.
"What do you want?" he asked me, his eyes hot.
"You."
"Then you have me, baby. I'm yours."
He captured my lips, and everything felt right whenhis tongue met mine.
The kiss was slow, and hot.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as he slipped my shorts down my thighs.
"Fuck," I breathed, when he dragged his knuckles slowly over my clit.
"You sure you're ready for me?" he murmured against my lips. "Maybe I should check."
He slid three fingers into me, and I moaned into his mouth at the light stretch.
"You feel so fucking good on my fingers. You're going to feel even better on my cock."
He was in no rush to get me there, though, as he moved my hips lightly, helping me fuck his fingers while he teased my g-spot again and again.
I came hard, panting as he slowed down a little before slipping his fingers out of me. My hands found the waistband of his—jeans?
He'd put on jeans.
