Page 37 of Obliterate


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His eyes widen, his breath catching as he stares at me. “Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, his eyes clenching as I reach into his jeans, grab his girthy cock, and pull it out.

My stomach flips at the size of him. My tongue darts out and swipes across my bottom lip in appreciation. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything overtly sexual. Yet here I am, in the middle of a damn restaurant, in a damn booth, grabbing South’s cock under the table.

What in the fuck is wrong with me?

A low hiss escapes through his teeth as his body tenses, his muscles tightening as I begin to pull up and down on his cock.

My clit throbs at the excitement of doing this in public, knowing he wishes he could make some kind of noise, but he can’t. His eyes lock with mine, something being said in the lustful way he is devouring me with that devilish grin.

My hand swiftly strokes him up and down, the thrill, the adrenaline of the moment, overwhelming me as his hand slides up my thigh, edging up my dress. My breathing hitches as his fingers slide my panties to the side.

Instinctively, my legs part, allowing him access.

If I’m going to do this—if I am going to let go like this, I may as well let go all the damn way.

A shiver runs through me as soon as his fingers brush against my sensitive folds. I inhale sharply, my breath harsh through my teeth. I’m already wet. How could I not be from the ride over here then having his hard cock in my hand?

“Shit, angel. Are you wet for me?”

A whimper is all I can muster, letting myself fall into this…

… whateverthisis.

South releases a low, throaty growl, and I swear it hits me straight to my clit, my breath catching.

He dips two fingers inside me, and I need to bite my lip from moaning out.

His eyes show me the desperation in him, how worked up he is. The blaze reflected at me only fuels the desire building deep in my core.

“S-so good,” I whisper, my hand stroking him faster, needing his release as much as my own.

This man wants me.

It’s a powerful feeling.

For too long, I’ve forgotten whatthisfeels like—to be desired by another with complete abandonment.

I lean in, needing his lips on me, and as if he knows, his lips slam to mine. His thumb rotates on my clit, my thighs tensing as he pushes me closer to the edge. I slide my tongue against his in a battle of control I’m quickly losing.

And I don’t care.

Not one little bit.

It’s taking everything I have not to climb on his lap right now and slide onto his perfect cock.

God,what would it be like to have him filling me?The thought has me moaning, and South is quick to swallow it, pushing his tongue further like he can’t get close enough. Like maybe he wants the same thing.

His fingers slide in and out of me, the sound audible with how worked up I am for him. His thumb presses against my clit, and I’m almost there. My breaths are short and fast, my hips rocking, seeking more.

“Mom?” a familiar voice pulls me from the intense moment.

I break away from kissing South, my lips feeling bereft the second they leave his, as I turn to see none other than Nash and his business associates, Blake and Lucas, standing beside him.

My eyes widen as Nash stares down at me, his face pale white as I gasp.Jesus Christ!My hand releases South’s already softening dick, sliding down and shoving his hand from between my legs.

I don’t know if Nash saw what our hands were doing under the table as he walked up, but he definitely saw us kissing.

Oh… my God!

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