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bottom of her spine, and she felt a little less naked with her curls falling past her shoulder blades.
She had rushed to be ready, but apparently it didn’t show, judging from the gleam in Patrick’s eyes as she came down the staircase. He held out a hand to her before leaning down to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She registered her protest at the anemic kiss with a small sound and dug her hands into the lapels of his coat to drag him closer for a long kiss.
“I don’t want to smudge your lipstick,” he said before their lips touched.
“I can always apply more later.” That settled the matter for her, and clearly for him too, because he bridged the gap between them and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss that lasted several minutes. When they finally broke apart, her heart was racing, and she felt flushed. Patrick appeared to be in a similar state, and she didn’t miss the gleam of amusement in Jake’s eyes as they escorted the two of them from his home to the waiting limousine.
The bodyguards followed along behind in the SUV, as usual, and the privacy window was up, blocking them from the driver and vice versa. It was the perfect opportunity, and the kiss had stirred her libido and stoked her desire for him. With little regard for the state of her dress, she unlatched her seatbelt and turned to face him, sliding onto his lap before he could protest.
Not that he appeared to want to. His hands fastened on her hips to hold her steady against him, and they kissed again. She took care not to rumple his tuxedo, and he was equally careful with the taffeta underskirt of her dress as he pulled it up, bunching it at her waist and arranging it to trail behind her to the floorboard. “As much as I like you in that dress, I think I’d rather see you out of it.”
She giggled again. “Not just yet. You owe me dinner first.” She dropped her gaze to his lap, her hands working unerringly to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his dress pants. She gave a small sound of pleasure when his cock sprang free from the fabric a few moments later. Lauren wrapped her hand around it, savoring the warmth and the trickle of pre-cum leaking from the head. She knew she was in a similar state, as he discovered for himself a moment later when two of his fingers surged inside her.
She bit her lip, determined not to cry out too loudly and alert the driver to what they were doing. It could be their section of the limousine was soundproof, but if it wasn’t, she didn’t want the driver to know for certain what they were doing.
She forgot her resolve within a minute or two, as his fingers curled inside her to seek out her g-spot and press firmly against it. Patrick allowed no room between them. Nor did he give her a chance to process the sensations his fingers evoked. She was soon whimpering and thrusting against his hand as an orgasm approached.
She cried out with protest when he removed his hand, but quickly fell silent again when she realized he was simply lifting her hips to bring her closer to his raging erection, still cradled in her hand. It twitched in her palm, and she smoothed her thumb down the V on the underside as she guided the cockhead to her waiting pussy.
She had barely aligned them when he thrust upward sharply, while pulling her down with his hands on her hips. It was hard and fast, and it should have been painful, since she was still sensitive from their first night together, but it just felt amazing. She couldn’t stifle a low groan of pleasure that soon escalated to whimpers as Patrick thrust forcefully in and out of her. He was controlling everything, and all she could do was cling to his shoulders and enjoy the ride.
She should have been the one in control, since she was technically in the dominant position, but Patrick worked her body like an instrument, and she surrendered without hesitation. She wanted everything he gave her and more, and she couldn’t hold back a small scream as her folds tightened around his
She had rushed to be ready, but apparently it didn’t show, judging from the gleam in Patrick’s eyes as she came down the staircase. He held out a hand to her before leaning down to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She registered her protest at the anemic kiss with a small sound and dug her hands into the lapels of his coat to drag him closer for a long kiss.
“I don’t want to smudge your lipstick,” he said before their lips touched.
“I can always apply more later.” That settled the matter for her, and clearly for him too, because he bridged the gap between them and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss that lasted several minutes. When they finally broke apart, her heart was racing, and she felt flushed. Patrick appeared to be in a similar state, and she didn’t miss the gleam of amusement in Jake’s eyes as they escorted the two of them from his home to the waiting limousine.
The bodyguards followed along behind in the SUV, as usual, and the privacy window was up, blocking them from the driver and vice versa. It was the perfect opportunity, and the kiss had stirred her libido and stoked her desire for him. With little regard for the state of her dress, she unlatched her seatbelt and turned to face him, sliding onto his lap before he could protest.
Not that he appeared to want to. His hands fastened on her hips to hold her steady against him, and they kissed again. She took care not to rumple his tuxedo, and he was equally careful with the taffeta underskirt of her dress as he pulled it up, bunching it at her waist and arranging it to trail behind her to the floorboard. “As much as I like you in that dress, I think I’d rather see you out of it.”
She giggled again. “Not just yet. You owe me dinner first.” She dropped her gaze to his lap, her hands working unerringly to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his dress pants. She gave a small sound of pleasure when his cock sprang free from the fabric a few moments later. Lauren wrapped her hand around it, savoring the warmth and the trickle of pre-cum leaking from the head. She knew she was in a similar state, as he discovered for himself a moment later when two of his fingers surged inside her.
She bit her lip, determined not to cry out too loudly and alert the driver to what they were doing. It could be their section of the limousine was soundproof, but if it wasn’t, she didn’t want the driver to know for certain what they were doing.
She forgot her resolve within a minute or two, as his fingers curled inside her to seek out her g-spot and press firmly against it. Patrick allowed no room between them. Nor did he give her a chance to process the sensations his fingers evoked. She was soon whimpering and thrusting against his hand as an orgasm approached.
She cried out with protest when he removed his hand, but quickly fell silent again when she realized he was simply lifting her hips to bring her closer to his raging erection, still cradled in her hand. It twitched in her palm, and she smoothed her thumb down the V on the underside as she guided the cockhead to her waiting pussy.
She had barely aligned them when he thrust upward sharply, while pulling her down with his hands on her hips. It was hard and fast, and it should have been painful, since she was still sensitive from their first night together, but it just felt amazing. She couldn’t stifle a low groan of pleasure that soon escalated to whimpers as Patrick thrust forcefully in and out of her. He was controlling everything, and all she could do was cling to his shoulders and enjoy the ride.
She should have been the one in control, since she was technically in the dominant position, but Patrick worked her body like an instrument, and she surrendered without hesitation. She wanted everything he gave her and more, and she couldn’t hold back a small scream as her folds tightened around his
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