Bunny and the Beast(Divine Creek Ranch 22)(52)

Bunny giggled. “Well, good then, since I’m not wearing any panties.”

His only outward reaction was a raised eyebrow as she stifled her giggles, but inside his chest, his heart was doing flip-flops. This was what he loved about her. She kept him on his toes…and made him smile.

After casting a brief look around the parking lot, he placed his hand on her knee. “Be still.”

Breathlessly, she murmured, “Yes, Sir.”

Her teeth dug into her plush lower lip, and he hardened even more as he recalled the way those lovely lips had looked wrapped around his cock several evenings before as she’d knelt next to his desk and gotten him off—and then had informed him she was going home to masturbate. He’d proved otherwise when he’d manhandled her onto his desk and taken her jeans down to give her a couple of spanks for sassing him and then had given her what her soaked pussy told him she needed most. He should’ve had a good night’s sleep after that encounter, but he’d missed her in his bed, after only one night with her.

“The nude stockings were an excellent choice, fiammetta,” he murmured as he leaned close to her ear and tugged at her lobe with his teeth. “Place your hands on the ceiling above you. Spread your legs a bit.” She did as he asked, and after another quick glance to make sure they had no observers, he slid his hand beneath the hem of her dress.

“Oh, Joseph—Sir!” she exclaimed as he slid his fingertips along the warm silk of her inner thigh.

“Silence, fiammetta. Not another sound. You’re going to come for me. Hard and fast,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically husky as he rubbed her outer lips and her slick juices coated his fingers. “So wet for me, Bunny. I love that about you.”

She panted, and her eyes widened as he dipped his finger between her slippery cunt lips, and he shushed her gently and kissed her.

“Sweet angel, you’re coming for me, no matter whether there are people watching us or not. No, don’t look. Right now, we’re just people exchanging a kiss. That’s right. You’re caught, aren’t you? On edge, wanting me inside you, and wondering if there’s someone watching us.”

She panted harder and arched against him, giving him greater access to her pussy, and he rewarded her with another kiss.

Slipping two fingers inside her, he made quick work of finding her G-spot and began to thrust and rub her clit with his thumb at the same time.

Her lips popped open, but not a sound came out, and she pressed her back against the seat.

“That’s it. Give it to me.”

She braced her feet against the floorboard, and her mouth opened as she rocked against his hand. Her cunt grew tighter around his fingers, and her juices wet his hand as she began grinding, and her slick flesh grew so taut he could barely continue thrusting against her, bringing her to the edge of climax. Her lips darkened with her arousal, and he imagined that her nipples and her cunt were the same exact shade at that moment. Fuck, she is beautiful.

“Look at me,” he murmured. She turned her gaze to him, and he wanted to drown in those turquoise depths. “Silently, fiammetta,” he whispered. The only sound she made was her panting and one loud gulp as her orgasm took hold, and she froze, her eyes rolling back as she came. He continued thrusting, relishing every squeeze and tug of her supple pussy muscles.

He kissed her rosy, hot cheek as she caught her breath, looking at him with dazed surprise, and then her jaw dropped when he lifted his soaked fingers to his lips and licked them clean. Sweet, slick, slightly salty, and so decadent. Bunny was a feast for the senses.

“You are delicious, fiammetta. How do you feel?”

She took a shaky breath, and her voice sounded a little rusty as she said, “Like I have no legs. Do you…” She opened her evening bag but closed it again. He realized what she needed.

“Here, I think this might help.” He opened the glove box and handed her a travel-sized packet of tissues, and surveyed their surroundings, now slightly dimmer in the growing twilight. “For someone who claims to not be very submissive, you just conducted yourself as if you’d been submitting for much longer than a few days. I’m proud of you, Bunny.”

“Th-thank you.” She sniffled as she completed her tidy-up, and he was surprised to see the shimmer of tears in her eyes.

“It surprises you? That I’d be proud of you?”

She shook her head and then nodded. “It’s nice to hear, that’s all. I-I didn’t expect to be able to make it past the first few days, much less inspire you to tell me that. I’m not…”

“Not what?”