Dirty Seduction

When she doesn’t say anything, I run my thumb over her soft, bottom lip.

“I’d love to know what you were thinking about the other night.” I kiss her cheeks when they erupt in a deep crimson shade.

“I love how you blush. My sweet girl is so quick to blush, but she’s also the one who fucked herself while watching me from the dark.”

She squirms beneath me, embarrassed, but there’s no denying the lust in her eyes.

“I’d like you to tell me tomorrow when you come over. I want to know everything you thought about, everything you want, and then I’m going to give it to you. Does that sound good?”

Her eyes widen as a new wave of desire washes over her. She gives a quick nod of her head.

“Good,” I say, leaning down to give her a soft kiss. “I’ll be thinking about it nonstop until then.”

I laugh as I stand up, but I’m not joking. It will be the only thing I’ll be able to think about, wondering what she imagines me doing to her, imagining what I will be doing to her. It’s enough to make a man crazy.

Reaching for her leggings, I start to help her back into them when she puts her hand on my arm, stopping me.

“What about my panties?”

I give her a wink. “I’m keeping those.”

She gives me a big smile and lets me pull her to her feet. I gently pull her leggings back up and fix her skirt. Her shirt is beyond repair. I help her adjust her bra, though, and reach into the caI I tossed a sweater in the back the other day. It’ll be huge on her, but it’s better than letting her walk around with an open shirt. Just the idea of another man seeing her like this is enough to bring out all my possessive instincts.

“Here, let’s get this on you,” I say, helping to slide the shirt over her head, eager for her to be covered and warm.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She breathes in the shirt and smiles, hugging herself tightly.

“It smells like you.”

“I’m glad,” I say. “You should always smell like me, just like I should always smell like you. Any man who comes near you should immediately smell me and know to back off.”

“And any woman should do the same to you,” she says with a grin.

“What other women?” I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. “There are no other women. Just you. You’re all I see.”

She hugs me tightly, and I never want to let her go. I’m not sure I ever would have, but the sharp ding of her phone forces me to. She groans and pulls it out from a hidden pocket in her skirt.

“It’s my mom. She’s worried because I’m not there yet.” She sends her a quick text before looking up at me.

“I’m sorry. I told her I was helping them to clean up, but I do need to get home.”

“Don’t apologize. I kept you out too long, but I’m not sure I can be sorry for that.”

“I’m not either,” she says, giving me a sexy grin.

When I step back, she notices the condition of my suit and brings her hand to her mouth.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about your suit. I can’t believe you got down on your knees in an Armani suit!”

I laugh and walk to the driver’s side. Before I get in, I look at her over the car and say, “I don’t give a damn about the suit. One taste of your pussy is worth a thousand of them.”

The shocked look on her face is adorable. Damn, it’s going to be a lot of fun to spoil her.

When she’s all buckled up, I pull out and head toward her house. Any time I’m not shifting, my hand is on her thigh. I can’t stop touching her. I don’t want to ever stop touching her. The drive is over way too soon, and I groan when I see her parents looking out the window when I pull into the driveway.

“I really wanted to kiss you again, but I’m guessing now isn’t the best time to spring it on your parents.”

I slide my hand up her thigh and under her skirt as her parents come out the front door. Before they see us, I cup her pussy through her leggings, making her moan and grab onto my wrist.

“Until tomorrow, Ashley,” I say, pressing my finger tightly against her clit before sliding my hand back out. “I love you, my sweet girl.”

“I love you, Tony,” she says, and the heat in her voice almost undoes me.

Right before we get out, I say, “Here’s hoping they don’t notice the pussy stain on the hood.”

The look of horror on her face has me laughing as I open the door and step out.

“Hey,” I say, waving to her parents. “Sorry, y she’s a little late. It’s my fault. I was at Alfonso’s having a business supper, and we got to talking. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“Oh, that’s no problem at all,” her mom says with a smile. “I was just worried she may not have gotten a ride home.”

“Thanks for bringing her home, Tony,” her dad says, but I notice his smile is a little more guarded than his wife’s.

That heart-to-heart we’re going to be having soon is going to be a ton of fun. His eyes drift to my car, and I thank the gods that it’s not a full moon and most of it is hidden in darkness.

“Beautiful car,” he says with a smile. “Thanks. She’s a lot of fun to drive.” “I bet,” he says with a laugh.

I say my goodbyes, and I can’t help but shoot Ashley a quick wink before getting back into my car. I wait until she’s safely inside before pulling out. The car feels so much emptier without her in the passenger seat, and I’m not looking forward to another night alone. The faster I can make her mine, the better. I don’t want to spend another night away from her ever again.