off so well. His arm wraps back around me as he steers me from the club.
“Better get ready, Angel. We have all night for me to do all the dirty things I want to you.”
“I can’t fucking wait,” I purr, and lean into his side again, pressing my breast against him. He pulls me closer, slipping his hand up my thigh as we head into the cold air. He leads me across the road to his Mercedes and opens the door for me, helping me into the low seating. Leaning in as I get comfortable, he grins at me, brushing his thumb across my chin and the lipstick there. “Buckle up, baby.” He winks.
After shutting the door, I do as I’m told as he rounds the hood and gets into the driver’s seat. He revs the engine, one hand going to my thigh as he pulls out onto the nearly empty road. His hand creeps higher and higher, pushing up my dress, so I widen my thighs for him.
“Feeling impatient?” I grin, leaning back into the heated seat and lifting my hips a little to nudge him higher.
“With you? Always.” He smirks over at me, turning a corner with ease. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you for months. I have a lot of time to make up for…”
“Yeah, well, you better get started then.” I grin, grabbing his hand and dragging it up to my pussy. He groans, his eyes flickering from the road to me, but then he has to change gears and take his hand back.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
I grin and say, “No, how about I touch you instead?”
Before he can protest, I have his trousers undone and his cock freed. Unfastening my belt, I lean over and suck his cock into my mouth with no teasing. I groan around him at his taste, salty and all fucking man. He’s so big, I can’t swallow him whole, so I wrap my hand around him and squeeze and twist as I bob up and down.
“Fuck, Angel,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair possessively.
Hollowing my cheeks, I fondle his balls, sucking him hard and fast. Saliva drips from my chin as I glide up and down.
He drags me up and down his cock, gunning the engine. Suddenly, he rips me away. He’s panting and white knuckling the wheel, his cock hard and wet from my mouth.
He looks over at me with tight, lust-filled eyes. “Touch yourself, now, Angel, but do not fucking come.”
I pout at him for stopping me, but when he glances over with hard eyes, I do as I’m told, loving the effect I have on him. “Now, Angel, let me see those fingers in that cunt.”
Goddamn, his dirty mouth does wicked things to me. As does his forearms…and beard…and eyes. Okay, so all of him. I can’t wait to see him naked, strip him from that suit and worship at the altar of Daddy Tyler, ’cause Jesus Christ, this man, he’s aged to perfection.
Silver fox? More like silver god.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, I tug my dress up and open my thighs, shifting so he can see better, my head turned towards him on the headrest. Running my fingers down my center, I reach over and slide them across his lips, wetting them with my cream. He glances over and licks them clean with a groan. “You taste way too fucking good, Angel.”
“Even better with your cum inside me.” I groan as I dip my fingers inside myself. There’s no point teasing at this point, I’m so needy again. He just gave me four orgasms, and I already want more.
Arching into the seat, I run my hand up to my chest and squeeze hard, my eyes on him as I finger myself. “Fuck, I’m so wet, drenched.”
He groans, his eyes flickering over to me again and again. “Don’t you dare fucking come. The next time you do, it will be around my cock.”
“No promises,” I offer breathlessly, my voice husky as I flick my clit and ride my fingers unashamedly. We’re on the highway now with cars passing us. They could look over and see me, but I don’t care. Let them watch.
“Tyler—” I gasp
He swears and swerves, making me laugh which breaks off in a groan as I feel my impending release. He must too.
We don’t make it back to his place.
He pulls off the road with a curse and drives down a dirt track before stopping at the edge