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“Baby,” I gushed as I broke the kiss. “I love the fuck out of you. And your dick is my crack.”
He laughed, the sound strangled as I sped my thrusts. “Angel…”
“I can’t wait…” I panted.
Then he grabbed me around the waist. He lifted up off the seat, taking me with him, keeping his cock seated deep inside me. I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on as he laid me back on the seat behind me… and started driving into me.
My knees fell open and my arms slid away as he leaned up over me, grabbing onto the back of the seat for leverage. Then he fucking gave it to me.
“Take off your shirt,” I gushed.
He paused just long enough to rip it off over his head, giving me a glorious view of his toned torso as he gripped the seat back again and resumed slamming into me, again and again. I reached up and held onto his strong forearms.
“This what you wanted, Angel?” he panted.
“Yeah. Call me your cock slut.” He hadn’t done that in a while.
His eyes heated with molten lust, burning into mine. “Yeah? My little slut can’t even wait until we get to the party, can you.”
“No. No I can’t wait. Give it to me.”
“You were supposed to wait, sweetheart,” he breathed, his eyes raking over me as he fucked me. “But… I can’t say no to you…”
“Good. Give me what I want.”
His eyes locked onto mine again. “What do you want, Angel?”
“You. That thick cock, so deep…” My voice broke into a gasp as his fat cockhead thrust in and out, his hips sweeping up with each thrust so he stroked me at an angle so excruciatingly sweet, my core shuddered… and then I was coming, screaming, on his cock. Slightly self-conscious that Lamar and the driver might hear, but not really giving a fuck. I was too far gone, tumbling into sheer bliss as my body shuddered and shook for him.
“So pretty…” Johnny drifted a hand down my throat and over my chest, squeezing my breast through my thin dress. Then back up my throat as I whimpered, my core shivering around him.
“Johnny, come,” I breathed, fucking loving this view as he started to lose his rhythm above me. His face flushed, his throat constricting as the muscles all along his neck and chest tensed.
He hooked his thumb into my mouth and I sucked, then bit down. With his other hand, he wrenched down my dress and bra, exposing my breast so he could grab it. He pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth and shoved his cock into me, deep. He clutched my breast and my mouth, greedy, possessive.
His eyes, wet and dark, raked over me.
Then I felt him explode, releasing hot jets of come, lashing my insides as he growled. He emptied himself inside me in long, shuddering spasms.
“God I love you,” I gushed, when his thumb slid from my mouth.
He collapsed over me and kissed me, his hands sliding into my hair. Deep, mind-melting kisses, his tongue lashing mine as his hips rocked into me, slowly, over and over, his body quaking with aftershocks. “You…” he gasped into my mouth. “I love you, Angeline. You have no idea.”
“Not as much as I love you,” I teased, panting.
His aquamarine eyes hit mine. “Angel,” he warned, “shut that dirty mouth. Or I’m stuffing it with cock.”
“Promise?”
He groaned. Then he tried to shut me up by kissing me, deep, and I laughed as I kissed him back.
ChapterForty
Angeline
The limo had parked, and we managed to get all our clothes back on properly. Mostly. Johnny had ripped a strap on my dress, so I tucked it into my bra to keep it from falling down. Then he opened the door for us. Lamar had wisely left it shut, waiting for us outside.
I knew with one glance that we were not parked outside Brody Mason’s house.
