23. How’s the View?

23. How’s the View?

Ethan

It was, dare I say, funny to watch Kiara squirm the entire ride to my mothers’ house. She kept wriggling in the seat, biting her lips, sighing and clutching my hand. I had to bite my lip from chuckling when she glared at me, gripping my hand.

I was sure that she wanted to bite my head off.

I had woken her up with my tongue lapping over her wet cavern, groaning at her delicious feminine taste. But I wanted to tease her to the edge, so when she cried out that she would do anything to make her come, my mind went to the gutter. Today was Eveline’s birthday, and we were driving to my moms’ house. I had wrapped Kiara as my own personal gift.