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“Get back to it,” he says, pointing at his cock.

My eyes scour around, trying to figure out if any of the passengers in the surrounding cars are clued in on our raunchy and risqué play. No one cares.

Back to the program.

His body trembles when I skim the tip of my tongue over the slit of his cock. I wrap my lips around it and suck him off like it’s my mission in life. My phone rings at the bottom of my handbag, sitting next to me. I ignore it.

I bob my head up and down with such determination, I bump it against the steering wheel as I try to move at a faster pace.

Ouch.

“My cock is that good?” he chuckles.

I nod.

I slide my lips over his cock so I’m swallowing nearly every inch of him. If I take him in any deeper, I’ll choke.

Up and down.

Up and down.

“Such an eager girl,” Levi grunts.

Satisfaction courses through me at his words.

I bore my eyes into his.

His intense gaze shifts to mine, setting me on fire.

I’m a mess inside, desperate for this man.

Yeah, I’m a hopeless addict.

For a few breaths, his eyes bounce from mine to the road, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other caressing my hair.

“Fuck, you look hot with my cock between your lips.”

Pleasing him gives me such a thrill and I crave more.

A moan of delight slips out from me, filling the quiet interior of the Range Rover. It’s only then I realize he turned off the music.

What happens next, takes me by surprise. It’s like something snapped in him. He fists my hair, guiding my head, forcing me to go faster.

Mother of God.

I had a tiny bit of control over him, but now it’s gone. Levi is in full alpha mode, as his hips move at a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of my mouth, feeding me every inch of his cock.

He’s unleashed.

He fucks my mouth. Hard, fast, and unrelenting.

“Your fucking mouth...”

I gag when his cock hits the back of my throat.

He loosens his grip.

“Shit,” he grumbles.