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She whimpered slightly before continuing to move herself against me, but never letting me inside, in some sort of tortuous slow dance. I could tell she was using me to pleasure herself and it almost made me lose it right there. I watched as her body moved in waves. Her head rolled back slowly. Her breath hitched as my firmness massaged against her just so.
I needed more. My hands made their way to her lower back and gripped her tightly, grinding her against me even harder and faster. She let out a low moan. I could feel her growing even more wet against me. Her lips parted on either side of my cock.
I lifted her up slightly so that the tip of my erection was against her smooth, wet opening. She looked down at me, her eyes pleading. She lowered herself onto my cock, tightly surrounding it, inch by inch until I filled her entirely. Then she stayed there a moment, our eyes locked, her pussy throbbing around me.
She started to move, rolling her body against me, my cock deep inside her. Exploring her with every wave of her body. She threw her head back as she ground against me. She was moving faster now. I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, and massaged against her as her breasts bounced in front of my face.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
My hands found her ass. Her perfect ass. And they squeezed tightly, pressing her firmly against me. I lifted her up slightly and pushed her back down. She let out a quiet scream. I started thrusting harder and faster, the sounds of our bodies pounding against each other filling the back of the car.
I felt like I was getting close. I reached up and grabbed her neck, forcing her to look down at me as I pushed deeper into her. Her eyes were locked on mine, and they looked as if someone had set them on fire. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I could feel her begin to tremble around me.
My body shook as I released everything I had inside of her, just as she exploded around me. The loud, sweet pleasure took everything out of us as we collapsed against one another in the backseat.
Chapter 23
Addison
As I was still wrapped around Daniel in a naked heap, I noticed we were getting close to my apartment in Brooklyn. I let out a shaky sigh of remorse as I unwrapped my arms from his neck and my legs from his body. He looked at me questioningly with sleep in his eyes. We had worn each other out.
“We’re almost there,” I whispered as I lowered myself to the car floor.
I started looking for my red dress and my underwear. I still had my strappy heels on, but nothing else. I found the satiny fabric in my fingers and blindly slipped it on, hoping I knew which side was up. Daniel watched me with a smile on his face that I could only see when headlights flashed through the car windows.
“These are tinted, right?” I asked, trying to work the clasp of my dress.
He let out a soft laugh as he reached down and pulled up his pants. “Yes, they’re tinted.”
“And is there any chance this is soundproof?” I knocked on the divider between the backseat and the front seat.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” he said, furrowing his brow.
“Daniel!” I said loudly.
Poor Armand.
I covered my mouth in embarrassment and the neckline of my dress fell, my breasts on full display. I quickly reached for it and pulled it back up, as if he hadn’t just seen everything. Or had his mouth on them.
“Let me help you with that.” Daniel leaned in and grazed his fingertips up my body until they found the clasp to my dress. I closed my eyes and soaked in his soft touch as he carefully hooked the top.
“Thank you,” I said in almost a whisper.
He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and scooped me up, placing me on the seat beside him. I saw my building come into view, and already missed him, even though he was sitting beside me.
“I wish tonight didn’t have to end,” I murmured as I nestled my head on his shoulder.
He was silent for a moment.
“It doesn’t have to…” he said.
I lifted my head up and looked at him.
“I don’t have work tomorrow. You don’t have work tomorrow.” He shrugged.
Armand slowed the car to a stop in front of my building. Was Daniel suggesting he stay the night? I suddenly felt acutely aware of how small my studio apartment was. It was the smallest fraction of his penthouse. I didn’t know if I had left it in disarray getting ready for tonight. I was slightly embarrassed, but it would be ridiculous to suggest we go back to his place in Manhattan.
“Would you like to come up?” I asked, biting my lip anxiously.