8

Ernest looks up at me, his eyes sizing me up before they close on mine. He enquires, "Are you heading to a club?"

I thought I looked nice. I had to attempt the outfit after seeing it on P*******t.

"You left out the location. Glancing back over my shoulder, I begin. "I can switch if something more ostentatious is needed where we're going." I enquire, "Am I riding with you?" as I turn back to face him and follow him as he walks to his vehicle.

"Enter," is his stern reply.

I follow his instructions, sighing, and get in beside him. His gaze briefly lingers on my exposed thigh before averting his gaze as the vehicle accelerates.

"Where are we heading?" With my hands folded on my lap, I ask.

He doesn't respond.

"Well, it was a terrific day for me. Read a novel about a girl who was abducted and realised, "Oh, hey, that's me," while catching up on work. I laugh and see that he's perplexed by my attitude.

"Are you a reader?"

"No."

Well, at least he responded to that one, so I win!

"Are we eating? I'm hungry."

"We are, of course." His speech is brief and sharp.

"Okay, excellent," I respond with joy.

"To pass the time, would you like to suck my cock?"

His words kill my smile, and judging from the expression on his face, I know he's serious.

His remarks have so surprised me that I feel ashamed.

Who uses such language while speaking?

But the game is playable by two.

"Only if you kiss me beforehand." He's probably going to shake his head and say no.

He moves quickly in the spacious backseat, which is the only issue. Before I even realise what's happening, his seat belt is undone, his hands locate my skirt before they contact my naked legs, and he begins to run his hands up my thighs. I gulp in breath, unable to articulate my thoughts at his actions.

Dillan had no taste for eating pussy. That is, he didn't like to eat my. He most likely didn't devour the whole buffet of sweet treats at home with me.

"Perhaps I should start with dessert," Ernest remarks, bending over to put his lips on my inner thigh. I'm genuinely so startled that I don't know what to do.

Should I shoo him away?

Inform him I was kidding?

But for some reason, my body reacts in the other way from how I had anticipated, and my legs slightly spread apart for him. Perceiving it as an indication to proceed, he unbuckles me, facilitating my movement and seizing hold of my legs until I'm facing him with one leg on each side of him.

It just takes one lip-licking for Ernest to lower his head and completely raise my skirt. I glance up, rolling my eyes to the back of my head as his mouth brushes against the outside of my underwear and his hot breath on my lace-covered skin, making me moan uncontrollably. Fortunately, the driver cannot see us because of a petition that is in the centre of the vehicle.

Even if he could quit, I'm not sure whether I would want to.

I become moist as he licks and sucks me through my pants. Or maybe I was already.

This girl, who is she?

And from where did she originate?

Is this seen as dishonesty?

He sticks a finger in just as I'm about to shove him away, and I gasp for air. Like, how on earth is it possible to forget to breathe?

Oh my, I haven't felt loved down there in a very long time. I made contact there.

I can't look beyond the fluffy feelings he's giving me because my mind is full with them.

God assist me.

Now I see I can't stop him.

Not that I really want to.

My head falls back as my legs spread out even further. As he slides my panties to the side and his hot tongue brushes my clit, I manage to peek out the window. He's prepared for my leap, too, and plants a hand on my hips to keep me from flying.

He savours me.

He consumes me.

I've never shouted so hard in my life as he makes me.

And I have no shame at all about it.

Even when I grasp his hair and drag it between my fingers in an attempt to calm the feelings that won't stop growing, his finger continues to pump and his tongue never quits.

I'm not even familiar with the guy I'm having oral sex with.

a guy who shot my spouse.

I see. Oh, my god.

Exactly at the moment I feel like I should back off, he flicks something, and I loose it all. I can't move as my body sinks down into the seat and my toes curl.

Inhale.

Reason logically.

Then the automobile comes to a halt and he leaves me. Ernest tugs down my skirt, but he doesn't get me to stop half-lying on the seat. He opens his door, climbs out, then turns to face me again. "You have two minutes to get into the restaurant and get your ass out of that car." Then he shuts the door with force.

I straighten my back, push my skirt down and reposition my knickers.

I recently gave a mafia guy access to a previously untouchable aspect of me.

Even better, I recently had sex with my husband's shooter.

Or should I say, husband's ex-wife?

B*tch.

B*tch.

Two strikes.

Diverse Rumours

You are aware, he's back. observed at his eatery. Ladies, he wasn't by alone. There are even rumours that he has watched this one many times.

Will the ruler of the underworld finally get a chance to settle down?

Will the petite brunette he's been seen with be the one to fulfil that wish for him?

Is she just another notch on his bedpost, or what?

Time will tell.