He pushed her legs wide and shoved two fingers into her. Wincing, she fought the urge to close her legs.
“Breathe, chérie. I promise you will like this if you let yourself.” He took his fingers out of her and gazed up at her. In the dark of the night, she could barely see him except when the car passed a streetlamp.
With one pull he brought her hips to the very edge of the seat. Again with his fingers he parted her outer and inner lips. He brought his mouth down on her and sucked lightly on her clitoris. Suzanne dug her fingers into the supple leather of the seat as her head fell back.
Up and down the length of her vagina he licked her, teased her with his tongue and lips. Suzanne quickly found herself opening her legs a little wider and pushing her hips forward. His tongue delved deeper until she felt he sought the very core of her. His hands gripped her thighs and Suzanne twined her hand into his hair. Underneath her the car vibrated from the roar of the heavy engine. Her entire body vibrated from what Kingsley was doing to her. The pressure built in her lower back. She leaned back into the seat, grabbed the headrest behind her and came with a low, almost pained grunt.
Before she could even catch her breath, she heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper opening.
“Wait,” she panted but Kingsley only pulled her down off the seat and onto him, impaling her. He’d made her so wet that she took every inch of him inside her in one stroke.
“God—” she gasped as her body strained to accept all of him.
“I said you could call me Kingsley,” he whispered into her ear.
Suzanne couldn’t help but laugh.
“You must be the most arrogant man alive.” She wrapped her arms around his back for stability as he grasped her by the hips and started slowly thrusting up and into her.
“Only the second. You’ve met the first.”
She shook her head and started to speak. But Kingsley found her clitoris with the tips of his fingers and rendered her momentarily speechless.
As he nibbled at her lips, her neck and shoulders, Suzanne could only hold one thought in her addled mind. She was being f**ked by Kingsley Edge. The one and only Kingsley Edge.
And she was enjoying the hell out of it.
Kneeling on his lap, she moved her hips forward and back in time with his precision movements. Everything he did sent currents of heat and electricity surging through her whole body. She came close to another climax but Kingsley stopped her with a kiss.
“Turn around,” he said into her ear as his left hand did marvelous things to her right nipple.
Nodding, Suzanne lifted herself up and turned her back to him. He pressed in close to her back and bit her shoulder hard enough she winced.
“How much do you want to know about le prêtre?” He pushed three fingers into her from behind and Suzanne inhaled sharply at the sudden shock of pleasure.
“Everything.” She parted her thighs even more and pushed back into his hand. A fourth finger joined the others. She’d never felt so open before. God, the man knew what he was doing.
“You will never know everything about him. Not if you searched the world until the end of time.” He pulled his hand out and slowly penetrated her again. He sunk in deep and Suzanne moaned audibly from the incredible sensation of him filling her so completely. “But I can only tell you what I know if you tell me one thing, ma chérie…”
He started to thrust again, hard this time, viciously hard. Suzanne grabbed the door, the seat, anything to hold her steady as he used her body so thoroughly. She couldn’t believe how much she loved this, loved being taken like this.... Kingsley found her clitoris again and as he pushed into her she came again with a loud cry as pain-sharp pleasure exploded in her back and hips. Kingsley thrust a few more times before coming with a shudder that shook them both.
Kingsley lingered inside her a moment as they both caught their breath.
“What?” she panted. “What do I have to tell you before you’ll tell me about him?”
Kingsley kissed her hair, the tip of her ear as he continued to pulse inside her. She could get used to erotic attention like this.
“Tell me—” he pushed into her once more “—why you want to know.”
“I…” Why did she want to know? Was it still about Adam? Would Adam be happy she was doing this? Proud? For one moment she was glad he was gone so he couldn’t see what kind of person she’d become, what she’d do in pursuit of a story. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “I just have to know. I have to. If he’s hurting children—”
Kingsley pulled out of her so quickly she winced. He straightened his clothes and threw himself across the length of the bench seat and crossed his feet at the ankles. Suzanne felt suddenly embarrassed and ashamed of her half-naked state. In the dark she found her panties, buttoned her blouse and sat gingerly on the seat across from him.
“He does not hurt children,” Kingsley said in a voice as cold as winter, as sharp as a knife. “Eleanor Schreiber was never his victim. And for the record, she was never really a child. I’ve known her almost as long as he has.”
“So what? She was a flirt as a teenager? So she deserved to be seduced by an older man? By her priest?”
“Nora Sutherlin, Eleanor Schreiber, whatever you call her or however you know her…you must know one and only thing about her. She seduces. She does not get seduced.”
Suzanne took a deep breath and met his eyes in the dark.
“Breathe, chérie. I promise you will like this if you let yourself.” He took his fingers out of her and gazed up at her. In the dark of the night, she could barely see him except when the car passed a streetlamp.
With one pull he brought her hips to the very edge of the seat. Again with his fingers he parted her outer and inner lips. He brought his mouth down on her and sucked lightly on her clitoris. Suzanne dug her fingers into the supple leather of the seat as her head fell back.
Up and down the length of her vagina he licked her, teased her with his tongue and lips. Suzanne quickly found herself opening her legs a little wider and pushing her hips forward. His tongue delved deeper until she felt he sought the very core of her. His hands gripped her thighs and Suzanne twined her hand into his hair. Underneath her the car vibrated from the roar of the heavy engine. Her entire body vibrated from what Kingsley was doing to her. The pressure built in her lower back. She leaned back into the seat, grabbed the headrest behind her and came with a low, almost pained grunt.
Before she could even catch her breath, she heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper opening.
“Wait,” she panted but Kingsley only pulled her down off the seat and onto him, impaling her. He’d made her so wet that she took every inch of him inside her in one stroke.
“God—” she gasped as her body strained to accept all of him.
“I said you could call me Kingsley,” he whispered into her ear.
Suzanne couldn’t help but laugh.
“You must be the most arrogant man alive.” She wrapped her arms around his back for stability as he grasped her by the hips and started slowly thrusting up and into her.
“Only the second. You’ve met the first.”
She shook her head and started to speak. But Kingsley found her clitoris with the tips of his fingers and rendered her momentarily speechless.
As he nibbled at her lips, her neck and shoulders, Suzanne could only hold one thought in her addled mind. She was being f**ked by Kingsley Edge. The one and only Kingsley Edge.
And she was enjoying the hell out of it.
Kneeling on his lap, she moved her hips forward and back in time with his precision movements. Everything he did sent currents of heat and electricity surging through her whole body. She came close to another climax but Kingsley stopped her with a kiss.
“Turn around,” he said into her ear as his left hand did marvelous things to her right nipple.
Nodding, Suzanne lifted herself up and turned her back to him. He pressed in close to her back and bit her shoulder hard enough she winced.
“How much do you want to know about le prêtre?” He pushed three fingers into her from behind and Suzanne inhaled sharply at the sudden shock of pleasure.
“Everything.” She parted her thighs even more and pushed back into his hand. A fourth finger joined the others. She’d never felt so open before. God, the man knew what he was doing.
“You will never know everything about him. Not if you searched the world until the end of time.” He pulled his hand out and slowly penetrated her again. He sunk in deep and Suzanne moaned audibly from the incredible sensation of him filling her so completely. “But I can only tell you what I know if you tell me one thing, ma chérie…”
He started to thrust again, hard this time, viciously hard. Suzanne grabbed the door, the seat, anything to hold her steady as he used her body so thoroughly. She couldn’t believe how much she loved this, loved being taken like this.... Kingsley found her clitoris again and as he pushed into her she came again with a loud cry as pain-sharp pleasure exploded in her back and hips. Kingsley thrust a few more times before coming with a shudder that shook them both.
Kingsley lingered inside her a moment as they both caught their breath.
“What?” she panted. “What do I have to tell you before you’ll tell me about him?”
Kingsley kissed her hair, the tip of her ear as he continued to pulse inside her. She could get used to erotic attention like this.
“Tell me—” he pushed into her once more “—why you want to know.”
“I…” Why did she want to know? Was it still about Adam? Would Adam be happy she was doing this? Proud? For one moment she was glad he was gone so he couldn’t see what kind of person she’d become, what she’d do in pursuit of a story. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “I just have to know. I have to. If he’s hurting children—”
Kingsley pulled out of her so quickly she winced. He straightened his clothes and threw himself across the length of the bench seat and crossed his feet at the ankles. Suzanne felt suddenly embarrassed and ashamed of her half-naked state. In the dark she found her panties, buttoned her blouse and sat gingerly on the seat across from him.
“He does not hurt children,” Kingsley said in a voice as cold as winter, as sharp as a knife. “Eleanor Schreiber was never his victim. And for the record, she was never really a child. I’ve known her almost as long as he has.”
“So what? She was a flirt as a teenager? So she deserved to be seduced by an older man? By her priest?”
“Nora Sutherlin, Eleanor Schreiber, whatever you call her or however you know her…you must know one and only thing about her. She seduces. She does not get seduced.”
Suzanne took a deep breath and met his eyes in the dark.
