I gently place her in the Mercedes and buckle her in. I slide in quietly, pressing the ignition and hearing the twin turbo engine purr to life. She stirs but doesn’t wake. I take a moment to take in her features; she looks so sweet and innocent, with her face smushed against the leather seat.
I’m thankful she’s safe. I have to protect her from the horrors of the world. Even if I am one of them, I’m too selfish to stay away from her.
My mind wanders to what just happened. I had to restrain myself from taking her right there on the couch when she started grinding on my leg while I spanked her.
I don’t know what this girl is doing to me. We were fooling around but I felt a primal urge to teach her a lesson. Any other girl, I would have just said fuck it and not dealt with the drama. But it’s just different with Emma.
At the thought of her ass bouncing on my knee and the wetness I felt when I checked her pussy, the bulge in my pants grows. I need relief badly. I wish more than anything that none of this happened, that we were at home and she was sober so we could fuck.
At a red light, I peek over. The moon casts a faint glow on her tiny silhouette. One of her breasts hangs out from the thin fabric of her dress. That fucking dress. I rub myself through my pants, attempting to relieve some of my tension.
Unable to handle the throbbing, I unzip my pants and grasp my length, gently stroking it as I remember the way she grinded against me earlier. I want to hold her by her waist and slam her onto my cock while I revel in the feeling of her stretching around me. And since she was a bad girl and wore no panties, it would be easy to simply slide into her. I can’t wait for tomorrow so I can do just that. I pump my cock to the thoughts of her.
Fuck, I’m driving down the road while doing this. Why couldn’t I have waited until I got home and was in the safety of the bedroom or shower? What if she wakes up? Fuck it, she already knows she’s mine and I’m hers. It’s not like I’m doing anything directly to her.
I park the car in the lot. It’s dark, but a street light surrounds her body with a warm glow. I pump harder and faster as I stare at her beautiful body imagining her plump lips sliding down my cock. Or the way her body responds so innocently to my touch, how she moans when I twirl her perfect nipples between my fingers. She’s never been touched by a man before me, and that turns me on so fucking much. The pressure builds and I silently moan her name as I release into my hand.
Using a spare T-Shirt from the back to clean myself off, I fix her dress before carrying her inside, pulling down the thin fabric of her short dress to shield her from wandering eyes.
Tomorrow, she’s in for it.
Eleven
Iwake in Aiden’s bed, tangled in his heavy comforter. I can’t remember how I got here.
My head throbs from the fading light washing into the room, along with my hangover. My eyes finally adjust, and I see a glass of water and two Motrin on the nightstand. I groan as I take the medicine.
Why does my ass hurt?
Realization hits me, as everything that happened last night floods my hungover mind. I had fun when he showed up, but I feel ashamed for everything else. Not that I went to the club, but that I went out of spite, thinking he was supposed to be with Rebecca the night before.
I should have texted Aiden. Then I wouldn’t have made a fool out of myself. But then we wouldn’t have played around, and I wouldn’t have discovered this new side of me.
Why did I like his hands on me in such a firm manner?
I stand sluggishly and stretch before grabbing my phone. My eyes widen when I see the time. Six p.m. I slept all day. Shit...I feel so guilty. I need to make it up to him, he needs to know how much I want him and no one else.
I use the restroom and wipe the sleep from my eyes. The reflection in the bathroom mirror makes me gasp. I’m wearing one of Aiden’s button-ups. I wonder if he put it on me. Last night is a complete blur. When will he be home? I can text him but I’m not sure if I should.
I hurry and make myself looker better, sexier. I slap on some makeup before running a brush through my hair and tying it in a loose side braid. I slip on the lingerie Aiden bought before unbuttoning some buttons on his shirt to show off the bra. Once done, I wait patiently by the door.
The door clicks open minutes later and Aiden walks in. He rakes his eyes up and down my body slowly. “Fuck.” I’m happy he’s alone, I know he upped security and it would have been extremely embarrassing if he wasn’t alone in the elevator.
Without another word, he drops his suit jacket and folders on the countertop before picking me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me into the room. He tosses me on the bed and hovers over me, trailing a long finger down my chest. In one motion, he unclasps the front buckle and yanks the fabric away, exposing my breast.
“You look so fucking good in my shirt.” His voice is a low growl as his warm hands spread evenly over my breast.
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