Incredible.
“Where to, Mr. Archer?” the limo driver called, reminding them of his presence.
Kylie sucked in a breath and closed her coat, squirming on his lap.
And he wasn’t going to last until they got back to the hotel. Seeing those naked breasts? Seeing Kylie sweet and naked on his lap? He needed her now. “Go ahead and drive around the city for the next hour,” Cade instructed him in a surprisingly calm voice. “My wife wants to see Dallas by night.”
“Gotcha,” the driver said, and raised the tinted glass barrier separating the cab in front from the back.
Good man, Cade thought. He’d give him an extra-large tip when they were done. He pulled Kylie in to kiss her again. “I want you,” he murmured against her mouth.
“God, I want you, too,” she told him. “I’ve been horny all day, just thinking about you.”
“Did you touch yourself?” he asked, tugging her coat apart again so he could see the swells of those incredible breasts. He palmed them and groaned, feeling the weight of them in his hands. So gorgeous.
She shook her head. “Wanted to wait for you. Did you like my pictures?”
“You can’t imagine how much,” he told her, pressing kisses to her neck and pulling her against him. “Your breasts fueled all kinds of fantasies for me.”
“What kinds of fantasies?” she asked, breathless with curiosity.
“Fucking them,” he told her bluntly. “I thought about fucking them a lot.”
Her eyes lit up and she got a naughty smile on her face again. “Did you, now?” She reached over and picked up her big purse, digging through it.
He watched her, content to just admire the gorgeous figure she made, nude except for her jacket, straddling him, her mouth a red bow, her white and red hair in wild curls on her shoulders. He’d thought about Kylie night and day, but the reality was a million times better than his daydreams. Idly, he reached out and teased one of her breasts with his fingers, coaxing the nipple into a point. It hardened immediately and she moaned; he loved that she was so responsive, so completely into his touch.
Then, she held up something triumphantlya small tube.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Lotion, of course,” she told him, and wiggled her eyebrows. As he watched, she uncapped it and squirted a dollop into her palm. Then, her gaze locked on him, she rubbed it into the valley between her breasts and on the slopes of her tits, making them gleam wetly.
He bit back his groan at the sight of it. “What are you doing?”
She simply gave him another wicked look and slid onto the floorboards of the limo, kneeling in front of him. Now those wet, slippery breasts were practically touching his knees. She pushed his legs apart and grabbed his belt, hauling him forward a few inches. Then, she began to unbuckle him. When she pulled his cock free of his underwear, Kylie looked up at him again, that gleam in her eyes.
Then she leaned forward and wedged his cock between her magnificent breasts and began to rub him, back and forth.
Gliding over that slippery, warm skin? The sensation was pure ecstasy. The visual was even better. He flexed his hips and watched the head of his cock push between her breasts, nearly touching her chin.
She clutched her breasts and pushed them together, tightening the friction around him and then the sensations changed from good to mind-blowing. Cade’s head fell back, his lips parting. Dear God.
“Does it feel good?” Kylie whispered.
“Incredible,” he told her in a low voice. His hands moved over hers, clenching her big breasts together, and he kept driving his cock in the slick valley between them. The sight of the head thrusting forward to nearly hit her chin with each push was obscene . . . and utterly fascinating. It made him pump harder, his hips coming off of the seat with the force of his movements, and as he watched, Kylie’s tongue darted out and tried to lick his cock as it shuttled near her mouth over and over again.
The sight of that made him lose control. With a muffled groan, he came, heat splashing across her chest, jets of milky white come arching over her neck, chin, and tits. And again, it was obscene and yet utterly beautiful.
Kylie grinned at him, pleased. “Glad you liked that.”
“More than you can imagine,” he panted, his cock throbbing from the force of his release. He glanced around, looking for something to towel her off with, and when she pulled out a packet of tissues, he chuckled. “I’m glad you’re so handy.”
She laughed. “I’d almost take that as a pun, except I’m pretty sure I didn’t use my hands much.”
He helped her mop up her front, and his cock, and by the time she was able to close her peacoat again, they had a stack of wadded tissue that Kylie stuffed in a plastic bag (found in the back of the limo) and down into her bottomless purse for disposal back at the hotel. Then, she sat next to him on the seat and he pulled her close, nestling her against him.