“Please,” I gasp. “Please, baby, I need…”
“I know what you need, love.”
He tugs my underwear aside, then his fingers are rightthere, sliding through my drenched folds. I moan so loud the driver definitely heard it.
I don’t fucking care. Can’t.
“So wet, baby,” he groans. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Only you.” The words fall off my lips without permission.
His eyes flash with something possessive, primal.
“Fuck.”
Then he pushes two long, thick fingers inside me. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my scream.
“That’s it.” He pumps his fingers slowly, deliberately. “Take it. Take what you need, love,” he rumbles, forehead against mine, eyes never leaving mine, breathing heavily.
I’m riding his hand, shameless, fucking desperate. The wet sounds of my greedy cunt, obscene. The windows, starting to fog up.
“You’re gonna fucking come for me,” he says against my ear. “Right here, in this car, with my fingers inside you.”
“Aaaaah…”
“And then, when we get to wherever the fuck we’re going, I’m gonna do this properly.” His thumb circles my clit, and I sob. “I’m gonna take my time. Taste every fucking inch of you.”
“Please…”
“I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, Madam President.” He curls his fingers, hitting a spot inside me, and I see fucking constellations. “Then on my cock… then again, just because I fucking can.”
I’m close… So fucking close!
“Look at me,” he growls.
I force my eyes open. His face is right there, his pale eyes burning into mine.
“I wanna watch you,” he rasps. “Wanna see you fall apart for me…”
His thumb presses harder, rolls faster. His big fingers thrust deeper.
“Come for me, Lina.”
I do. My orgasm tears through me like a damn wildfire. I’m shaking, my pussy clenching around his fingers, crying out his name,Levi, Levi, fuck, LEVI!
He holds me through it, whispering praise against my skin. “That’s it… Good girl… So fucking beautiful…Mine.”
Then I collapse against his chest, gasping, trembling.
Holy shit.
HOLY SHIT!
I just came in the back of Cadillac One. With my driver and security at the front. In the middle of traffic. And I don’t regret a single fucking second of it.
When we pull up to the hotel, I’m still in Levi’s lap.
My dress is a wreck. My hair, a disaster. The car windows are completely fogged, and there’s no way anyone with eyes isn’t going to know exactly what happened here.
