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Pure silly bliss.
Laughing so hard she can’t breathe.
Unable to look directly at me in fear that she’ll pee herself.
That version of her fills me with pride because she shares that side of herself with me, and there’s no better feeling than when I’ve made her happy.
1. Ghost Ride IT by Mitsah F.A.B.
Chapter 24
September 17th
Rafael
When we get home, she pulls into the single car garage and kills the engine. But as soon as she shuts her car door, I’m on her, pushing her into the side and caging her in. “Hey,” I rumble.
“Really? Right now?”
“Do you have any idea how turned on I was watching you negotiate?” I hum against her warm neck, her peachy perfume still lingering behind her ear after all that’s happened today.
“That got you going?” She may be questioning me, but her hands are sliding up to my chest and she tilts her head, offering me better access.
“Mhmm. Would you like for me to be your good boy?” I need to remember she calls the shots here. Ever since our sleepover at my moms’, I’ve been too reckless with the rules. But how can I not? I think about her constantly. I fantasize about her. I fantasize about what astonishing scenes she wants to try and somehow, she still surprises me. Now that I’ve seen this wild, lusty side of her, what we do together is anything but transactional. This isn’t me simply taking care of her needs—this is me desiring her and needing to please her. It doesn’t fucking matter if it’s through domination or submission because every little touch from her is like a craving being fulfilled.
A breathy whimper escapes her, “Yes.”
“You wanna christen the car?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Let me make room,” I huff and then quickly open the back door to fold the backseats down. Angie takes the opportunity to close the garage door so our neighbors don’t get a full view of us going at it. After opening the hatchback and laying the back seats down, I guide her inside. She lays back against the floor and I take her mouth with mine before she can even rest her head back.
Fuck. Every time I get to kiss these plush lips I’m transported to a better place. A place of soft, ooey-gooey sweetness and magic. A place I didn’t know existed until her.
“You were incredible today,” I murmur against her full lips and her legs spread even wider for me to settle into, her dress hiking up to her waist. Her stomach is getting larger by the day, but there’s still plenty of room for us like this. “The way you took charge and got exactly what you wanted,” I groan and grind my dick against her. “So sexy.”
“And you think I get turned on by strange stuff,” she mocks.
“It made me want to get on my knees for you right there in the showroom.”
Her hips begin to match my grinding. “Oh yeah? You would have looked so pretty like that. Showing everyone who fucking owns you.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I moan, crumbling at her words and every shred of dignity and control evaporating from my being—desperation taking its place as I lick down the column of her neck. “Am I your baby?”
I feel her swallow thickly against the light suction I’m applying. “Yes,” she sighs, her hands making their way into my hair and massaging. “Yes,” she repeats, and her body relaxes more before treating my ears to her melodic praise. “Baby, that feels so good.”
“Can I lick your pussy, Ma’am? Please.”
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” I can practically hear her smirk.
“Thank you,” I say eagerly, kissing and kneading my way down her heaving body, stopping to pay attention to her baby bump. With both hands, I press gently against it and close my eyes before silently adding another thank you.
My hands glide down her hips and I slip her sheer pink panties off and pocket them. There isn’t enough room for me to sit back on my knees and watch her the way I want to, but there is enough room with the hatch open to plant one foot on the garage floor and the other knee bent up to hold myself in place before her, marveling as I push her stretchy cotton dress up and over her stomach.
This. View.
Fuck.
