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My hands work his fly before I gently push him away to give myself room to kneel on the seat. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, leaning back like I did now that it's his turn. I don't waste any time freeing him from his shorts before plunging my head down, taking him as deep as I can into my mouth. His satisfied sigh makes my pussy gush.
Juice, he picks up on his fingers once he hikes the dress over my ass and reaches around to stroke my smooth lips. “Ahh, so hungry for my cock, aren't you, little bird?” he asks while working the thong down to my knees so he can touch all of me. “Take me deep. Show me how much you need it. How much you love my cock in your mouth.”
I hollow out my cheeks and press my tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft, clenching around him the way my pussy would. “Oh, fuck, yes. You’re such a good girl when you’re being naughty.” His breathless grunts make my pussy ache painfully for him. This isn't enough. I need him inside me. “The drivers right there… Do you think he can hear us? Hear you struggling to make my cock in your perfect mouth?” His filthy mouth only turns me on more.
A couple of minutes ago, I almost froze in surprise at the idea of this.
Now, I release his dick in favor of discarding my thong, letting it fall to the floor. He doesn't say a word as I straddle him and take his rock-hard dick in my hand, guiding it to my entrance. I barely bite back a cry of pure bliss once he's inside me, as I lower myself and swallow him whole, all the way down to his balls.
Neither of us says a word. It's enough just to stare into each other's eyes as he grips my ass and pumps me up and down his shaft.Hard. Fast.I can't hold back the cries building in my throat no matter how I bite my lip and struggle against them.
“Careful little bird, you don’t want the driver to hear how well you take my cock in that tight little hole of yours do you? How fucking good it feels to be on my dick?” I’m drowning in pleasure, the tension threatening to rip me to pieces.
Callum smirks, thankfully taking mercy on me as he clamps a hand over my mouth, watching my struggle, knowing how badly I need this “Scream little bird, let him know how good I make you feel and the sounds you make as you crumble on my dick knowing the only man who will ever get to be inside of you is me. Mine. Forever.”
I do as he says. I can't help it. It's all too much, too good, and I let out a hollow scream against his hand showing him just what he does to me. I don’t care about the driver, or that he might do just as Callum said later on. I scream as I come again while my whole world shatters into a million pieces that shimmer like glass. He uses me, making me take his cock faster and harder. I can tell he's close just by the heavy pants and how tightly he holds me to his chest, keeping me in place.
“God, it's so good! Such a tight pussy, my fucking pussy. With only my cum dripping out of it. Fuck, I'm coming!!” He growls, against my heated skin, filling me with his hot seed until I can feel it dripping out around his cock and down his base and onto his balls.
My body goes limp against his while we fight to catch our breath. His soft chuckle against my ear makes me lift my head to find him grinning. “And you were so shy about doing it,” he teases.
I swat playfully at his chest before carefully climbing out of his lap. “It's all your fault. You're a bad influence on me."
"I would like to be a bad influence again once we're home.” A glance out the window tells me it won't be long before that happens.
“Don't you have work to do when we get back?” I ask as we straighten ourselves out.
“No. Tonight's about you. Work can wait until tomorrow.”
“I like the sound of that.”I wink.
“How about I run us a bath when we get home?” Callum holds me snugly to his side, like he's afraid I'll slip away if he doesn't.
“Yes! That sounds amazing.”
Actually, it sounds heavenly. That's the one thing we've missed: spending time together, just the two of us. Sure, there's the sex, which is amazingly earth-shattering and only ever seems to get better. I didn't know until now, though, what I truly craved was a night spent sharing dinner, a little impromptu dancing, and a hot bath together.
Although the sex was a big bonus.
Nobody would believe how much fun he is to spend time with. How funny he is, at least when he's relaxed, without the burden of work and the dangers involved weighing on him. I'm sure when people see us together—like the waitress at the restaurant, who at least did her best to hide it—they see a wealthy, middle-aged man and a much younger girl and immediately jump to all the wrong conclusions. They probably think there's no way for us to find any common ground with such a big age difference. And I'm sure the termgold diggergets thrown around.
They don't get it, and they never will. Not unless they find themselves in a similar situation, falling in love with a man who's wrong for them in so many ways that go beyond age and class. Callum's right for me in so many other ways, in all the ways that count, and he always wants what's best for me.
It's not a long drive back to the house, though I do sort of wish the driver had taken the long way. I want to stay in this happy little bubble for as long as possible.
After that fluke thunderstorm we had last week, it seems like Mother Nature is finally getting her act together. There's a slight chill in the air by the time we exit the car in the front courtyard, and I take a deep breath, savoring the crispness that signals the approach of the fall weather. “I can't wait for Christmas,” I confess as we walk hand in hand through the front door.
“Why is that?”
“Well, one, I can't wait to decorate the house, and two cookies.”
“It's funny that you mentioned that. I haven't really gone all out in years, not like the way I used to when you girls were younger.” Yes, I remember when Tatum invited me to a Christmas party here. We were ten or eleven. The house was decorated, like something out of a dream, with giant trees in every room, and lights strung up everywhere, the whole nine yards.
“I always remember that when I think of Christmas. We should do it again.”
“We absolutely will. Whatever makes you happy.” He places a kiss on my forehead as we enter the front hall. “Besides, after this year, we'll have a little one to decorate for.” And I swear a happy tingle runs through me at the thought. I can hardly wait to see Callum holding a baby in his arms.
I come to a stop, forcing him to halt along with me, then take him by the lapels of his suit jacket and pull him in for a kiss. “Thank you.”
