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Authors: Lizzie Hart Stevens
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I can feel Coen’s eyes on me as I turn to reach for the seatbelt. When I turn back around to buckle it I hear him forcefully exhale. He must approve of the dress.
“Something wrong, Coen?” I ask playfully, batting my eyelashes. I’m so not that girl, but I can’t resist toying with him a little.
He clears his throat, “Yes, something is most definitely wrong.” He wets his bottom lip and swallows hard. It’s so fucking sexy watching his Adam’s apple in that long, beautiful tattooed neck. I start to worry. Maybe he hates the dress after all. Ugh, why did I change? He reaches over and lifts my chin with just the tips of his fingers, and gives me the gentlest kiss. His green eyes look deep into mine. “I don’t know if I can trust myself to stay away from you tonight, Lexi.” Coen pauses, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “And I can’t promise you more than just tonight.” He rests his forehead on mine for a few seconds, then lets go of me. I need to reassure him that I’m okay with this, whatever this is. I reach over and slide my hand across his thick, muscular thigh and I hear his breath hitch. “Damn, Lexi, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he says while starting the car. I leave my hand resting on his leg and notice he’s hard and straining against his jeans. I don’t care how it all ends up tomorrow. I need to feel Coen deep inside of me tonight. I run my hand further up his thigh, and ever so lightly grip his long, hard cock.
“I think I have a pretty good idea now. Drive, Coen, before I change my mind.” The tires squeal as he pulls away from my house.
Coen runs his hand through his hair as he weaves in and out of traffic. We drive for about five minutes or so. “It’s not much further, Sweet Cheeks,” he says, shooting me a quick glance and that perfectly sexy smirk. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind, because I don’t know if I can handle sitting here next to you in that delicious fucking dress and those sick as hell Chucks.” Coen reaches over and places his hand on my thigh. Keeping his eyes on the road, he slowly slides his big, strong, tattooed hand up the inside of my legs and slips his middle finger under the side of the triangle shaped lace and in between my slick pussy. A soft whimper escapes me. My entire body ignites from his touch. “Damn, Lexi, you’re so fucking wet for me. I guess that definitely means you haven’t changed your mind.” His finger gently circles my clit, and my heart starts to race. The car suddenly stops, and the warmth of Coen’s hand leaves my body. I open my eyes in time to see him sucking the finger that’s just left me feeling breathless.
“Stay there.” His voice is low and raspy as he turns the car off and gets out. I watch through lust-filled eyes as he walks around to open my door. “Last chance to say no, Lex, because once we’re inside that house there’s no turning back. You can stay and let me show you what a real man can do for a woman, unlike that piece of shit I saw earlier tonight, or I will put you up in a hotel so that I know you’re safe.”
“Coen, just shut up and take me inside or I’m going to get myself off right here on your front seat. After today, I need this. And I’m pretty sure, judging by the tent you’re pitching, that you do, too.” That sexy, devilish smirk slowly spreads across his lips and his eyes lock with mine. I reach down to grab my bag and slide out of the car. As soon as I stand up, he has me thrown over his shoulder. “Oh my God, Coen! I can walk! Don’t you dare drop me! Holy shit, this is too high off the ground! Coen!” I scream as I’m punching him in the back. I don’t do heights, and he is so freaking tall. I think I’m going to have a panic attack. “Coen, I’m serious! This isn’t fun… OUCH!”
Did he seriously just slap my ass?
“What the hell was that for?” I squeal.
“If you don’t stop wiggling around you’ll make me drop
“Something wrong, Coen?” I ask playfully, batting my eyelashes. I’m so not that girl, but I can’t resist toying with him a little.
He clears his throat, “Yes, something is most definitely wrong.” He wets his bottom lip and swallows hard. It’s so fucking sexy watching his Adam’s apple in that long, beautiful tattooed neck. I start to worry. Maybe he hates the dress after all. Ugh, why did I change? He reaches over and lifts my chin with just the tips of his fingers, and gives me the gentlest kiss. His green eyes look deep into mine. “I don’t know if I can trust myself to stay away from you tonight, Lexi.” Coen pauses, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “And I can’t promise you more than just tonight.” He rests his forehead on mine for a few seconds, then lets go of me. I need to reassure him that I’m okay with this, whatever this is. I reach over and slide my hand across his thick, muscular thigh and I hear his breath hitch. “Damn, Lexi, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he says while starting the car. I leave my hand resting on his leg and notice he’s hard and straining against his jeans. I don’t care how it all ends up tomorrow. I need to feel Coen deep inside of me tonight. I run my hand further up his thigh, and ever so lightly grip his long, hard cock.
“I think I have a pretty good idea now. Drive, Coen, before I change my mind.” The tires squeal as he pulls away from my house.
Coen runs his hand through his hair as he weaves in and out of traffic. We drive for about five minutes or so. “It’s not much further, Sweet Cheeks,” he says, shooting me a quick glance and that perfectly sexy smirk. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind, because I don’t know if I can handle sitting here next to you in that delicious fucking dress and those sick as hell Chucks.” Coen reaches over and places his hand on my thigh. Keeping his eyes on the road, he slowly slides his big, strong, tattooed hand up the inside of my legs and slips his middle finger under the side of the triangle shaped lace and in between my slick pussy. A soft whimper escapes me. My entire body ignites from his touch. “Damn, Lexi, you’re so fucking wet for me. I guess that definitely means you haven’t changed your mind.” His finger gently circles my clit, and my heart starts to race. The car suddenly stops, and the warmth of Coen’s hand leaves my body. I open my eyes in time to see him sucking the finger that’s just left me feeling breathless.
“Stay there.” His voice is low and raspy as he turns the car off and gets out. I watch through lust-filled eyes as he walks around to open my door. “Last chance to say no, Lex, because once we’re inside that house there’s no turning back. You can stay and let me show you what a real man can do for a woman, unlike that piece of shit I saw earlier tonight, or I will put you up in a hotel so that I know you’re safe.”
“Coen, just shut up and take me inside or I’m going to get myself off right here on your front seat. After today, I need this. And I’m pretty sure, judging by the tent you’re pitching, that you do, too.” That sexy, devilish smirk slowly spreads across his lips and his eyes lock with mine. I reach down to grab my bag and slide out of the car. As soon as I stand up, he has me thrown over his shoulder. “Oh my God, Coen! I can walk! Don’t you dare drop me! Holy shit, this is too high off the ground! Coen!” I scream as I’m punching him in the back. I don’t do heights, and he is so freaking tall. I think I’m going to have a panic attack. “Coen, I’m serious! This isn’t fun… OUCH!”
Did he seriously just slap my ass?
“What the hell was that for?” I squeal.
“If you don’t stop wiggling around you’ll make me drop
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