Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Not responding to the taunts, Mark said, “I want Gill to keep an eye on us from a discrete distance.”
He hung up before Mateo could respond, his gaze hot and filled with need. “Do you trust me?”
“Always,” I replied without hesitation, loving how his hands tightened on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.
A handsome Hispanic man in his late thirties strolled up to us, easily blending in with the rest of the morning crowd. He was attractive, but not overly so. Just an everyday, average guy who was in good shape, but still had a bit of a gut. Wearing a pair of sunglasses similar to Mark’s, he smiled brightly at us as he approached from a couple aisles over.
“Hey, hombre, fancy seeing you here. Ms. Layla, you are too gorgeous for words. An honor to meet you. What’s a beautiful girl like you doing with a chump like this?”
“Ignore him,” Mark muttered as he released me. He got Vali out of the car. “Make yourself useful.”
“Sure thing, boss.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then glanced at me and closed it. “Come on, Vali, let’s go see if those pretty senoritas drinking coffee in the park like dogs.”
“Do not use Vali to pick up women.” Mark frowned while I giggled.
Mateo just smiled. “Clocks ticking, boss.”
I let out a little squeak as Mark opened the back door to the Jaguar then tossed me inside.
A second after I landed, he joined me, then crowded me for a moment as he laid the seats back.
Watching him, I lifted a brow as I looked at the now nice sized, carpeted space. “Well then.”
“We don’t have a lot of time,” Mark muttered as he gently moved me back into the bed area of the SUV. “Those assholes will be back in five—maybe ten—minutes tops.”
I giggled as he ruffled my skirt up, covering my face. “You think?”
“I know.”
“Why would they—? Ohhhh.”
My head tilted back as his mouth sucked on the fabric of my panties.
With the cloth of my skirt covering my face, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but it was extremely erotic. Not wasting any time, Mark pulled aside my wet panties, revealing my throbbing sex. He blew on my sensitive lips, and I spread my legs wide for him.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Keep your hands up and your legs spread. This is my pussy to play with, however I want.”
“What,” I managed to pant out as he began to pet my clit with his thumb. “What if someone sees us?”
“Dirty girl,” Mark said with a slight laugh in his voice. “You like that thought, don’t you?”
“No,” I lied.
I did like the thought—kind of. I liked it because I knew we were being guarded, so no one would accidentally stumble on us that shouldn’t. Last thing I wanted to do was traumatize some senior citizen. But we were still in public, so the thrill of doing the forbidden was there.
To my surprise and pleasure, he gave my pussy a sharp slap that had me squirming. “Don’t lie to me, not when I’m feeling like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like I need the world to know you belong to me.”
“I do belong to you.”
He rewarded me by giving my pussy another slap. “Yes, you do.”
The spanks on my over-sensitive flesh were amazingly pleasurable. I never thought I’d get off on pain, but my body seemed to have other ideas. It embraced the sting, changed it to pleasure and made me focus more on the physical than the mental. When he slapped me a third time, my thighs quivered as my empty pussy ached.
“Mark, please…”
“Your pussy is so pink now.” He moved and held my thighs apart with his big hands. “Try to be quiet.”
His tongue swept through my lips, flat and broad as he licked upward. It was a good thing he held onto my thighs, because they tried to clamp shut when he bit my clit. I hovered on the edge of orgasm just from that sharp nip, my breathing ragged as a high-pitched moan of need escaped me.
“Mark, please!”
“What did I tell you about being loud?”
“I—”
The bright light coming into the car through the overhead skylights momentarily blinded me as Mark said, “Open your mouth.”
I did as he’d asked. A moment later, my panties were stuffed in.
Blinking up at him, I moaned anew when I saw that his shorts and underwear were pulled off, but he still wore his t-shirt.
The thick, twitching length of his erection called to me, and I spread my legs wide for him.
Looking into my eyes, Mark began to push into me. I almost cried at how good it felt.
“There we go,” he whispered. “Fuck, your little pussy is so tight. Didn’t have a chance to open you up with my fingers. Shit.”
The tortured pleasure in his gaze melted me, so he was only halfway in when I began to climax.