Haunting-Adeline

His mismatched eyes pin me against the seat. I couldn’t move if I wanted
to.
And that’s the problem. I don’t want to.
I love the way his fiery orbs trace over my body, like a paintbrush tracing
the curves of a woman on a canvas. The wetness pooled between my legs
is becoming too much—too heavy.
Too painful.
The quick fuck against the tree only took the edge off while
simultaneously ramping up our need to toxic levels.
“I’m wai ng for you to bow,” I taunt in a husky whisper.
His eyes dilate and his nostrils flare. My words hang in the air like the
oxygen has been sucked out of the room. A tense pause, and he snaps.
He grabs my biceps and yanks me up. Turning me towards the gap
between the driver and passenger seat, he directs, “Bend over between
the seats.”
I do as he says, keeping my knees on the backseat bench while I fit my
body in the small gap between the two seats, plan ng my hands on either
side for balance.
Zade leans forward, grabbing the seatbelt on the passenger side and
looping it around my body before clicking it in the driver’s side buckle.
“What are you…” He shushes me, repea ng the process with the driver’s
side seatbelt. When he’s finished, I’m completely strapped in place, unable
to move. It does allow me enough leeway to turn my head and look back at
Zade.
Like a king on a throne, he sits on the bench behind me, arranging
himself between my legs so my ass is directly in his face. Bu erflies hatch
in my stomach at the sight of Zade si ng behind me, his legs splayed wide
and his hard cock ju ng up past his belly bu on. From this angle, I have no
idea how it ever fit inside me.
He grins at me. “I’m too big for this car, baby, so this is the closest I can
get to bowing right now. But I’ll be sure to get on my knees for you later.”
And just like in the House of Mirrors, he li s my ass up un l my knees
are no longer grounded, the seatbelts digging into my sensi ve flesh, and
feasts on my pussy like a starved man.
Like I’m his last meal, just as he asked me to be not too long ago.