Caruso;
Just as I ordered, he scuffles away.
Left with her harsh breaths and suppressed moans filling my car.
The shock in her voice when she realizes what I'd just done.
"What the fuck?" It doesn't come with much bite like she'd intended. Rather, it comes in the form of a sigh that fans directly on my shoulder while I drag my lips along her neck and collarbone.
"That's my favorite panty," she whines, her hips bucking when I breach past the torn fabric.
I didn't mean to, but the primal need surging through my blood makes my judgment as muddy as the fucking gutters. And I'd split her underwear with a stretch of my fingers.
"I'll get you a new one." The last thing I should promise to a girl who isn't mine.
"Th-there's no need—ah," she jerks, a moan slicing through her refusal.
I slip in a finger, caressing the slick heat of her folds.
So warm. So fucking warm and soft. Her heat envelops my hand as I trail my fingers over her slit, using the wetness coating me.
