My fucking god.
“Would you like more, milady?” He leans, whispering in my ear, then sucks on my lobe. “Or do you want to wait for this knight to fuck you with his cock?”
All of it.
I want all of it.
I don’t even care about the driver. My pussy is throbbing, and I need to come.
Travis glides his wet fingers down my neck and exposes my breast. I feel like the whore he promised I would as he flicks my nipple and leans down, taking it in his mouth.
The sucking, popping noise is unmissable and I remind myself never to look the driver in the eye again.
He’s probably used to it.
Travis probably fucks women in here every weekend.
For some reason that just makes this dirtier, and I don’t care. I know I should be mad or telling him to wait until we get home, but this is the most erotic and sexual moment of my life.
Then suddenly his fingers are back between my legs and moving faster. Deeper. His thumb hard on my clit.
“I keep my promises Brook.”
I promise to treat you like a queen, then fuck you like a wench.
Yup, he is.
“Now come.” He growls, his rough masculine tone shattering me into a million pieces. My muscles clench as his other hand covers my mouth and my orgasm rips through me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TRAVIS
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Leaning against the open sliding door that leads out to a balcony high above Central Park, I take a drag on my cigar.
I blow it out and watch the smoke drift into the darkness. Then back at the naked woman sitting on my bed looking like the most beautiful seductress I’ve even seen.
Her blonde locks are a mess, her lips bruised, and she has a glow on her cheeks that screams a real man has fucked her roughly.
He has.
Me.
I did that.
Which normally I’d be just as sated and happy with. I’d call her a cab and maybe return for seconds.
Except I’m supposed to be building Brook’s confidence and lining up another date. Which means less dick and pussy and more conversation. Something I’ve failed at for the past three hours.
Do you want to slaughter your father or keep tasting her pussy?
“So, what do you do?” I ask, taking another draw on the cigar and slowly blowing it out. I know exactly who she is, but Brook doesn’t know that.
“Guess?”
“Lawyer.”
