Chapter 46 Friends with Benefits: Getting fucked in the car
POV: Kade
Astrid followed hurriedly because she was scared of Rex.
I was going to deal with all of them later, but for now, I wanted to take care of my baby.
“Kade, I didn't know you're the heir to Blu…”
“Stay away from Nayla, you're hurting her and I wouldn't tolerate that from anyone.”
My dad's driver quickly opened the door to my dad's Lamborghini truck, he had seen me from dad's office.
Dad knew I would complain a lot today so he wanted to make it easy for me.
“I'd drive myself.” I urged the driver to leave. I helped Nayla in and buckled her seat belt.
She almost slipped down and held my hand tightly. “You have to stay calm, I'll take you home.”
I turned on the ignition and started driving but she moved her hands down to my dick and started stroking it, “Kade”
I let out a loud groan, if she knew how much she turns me on everyday, then she wouldn't do that again.
“How did you know it's me…were you informed?”
“I could smell your perfume, I knew you were the one. I knew you would come and you wouldn't leave me in danger.”
I noticed she was a bit sober now so I let out a sigh of relief, at least she would be able to hold on till we get to the hospital.
“Nayla, let's see a doctor.”
“No…I don't want to see a doctor, I want you to fuck me.” She muttered casually, I almost choked. The Nayla I knew was always shy.
“Nayla, you're not well.”
“I'm fucking well, you can go and meet Kamila and fuck her too.” She tried to hold me but I pushed her away gently.
“Kade….stop this fucking car!” she yelled angrily. “You should have left me to be fucked by those men, I'd enjoy getting laid.”
She yelled angrily, I stopped the car abruptly making her hit her head on the dashboard.
“Fucking do what you want. I should have ignored you modafucker. Did you know I was dying of guilt?”
“So you only came to save me because of guilt and not…”
“Shut up Nayla. You knew I loved you. You fucking knew I loved you and staying with Kamila was the only way I could hide it …don't pretend.”
“I didn't know. You gave me mixed signals. I thought you wanted Kamila and sometimes you'd act like you want me and then you'd act like I didn't matter.”
I pulled her in a hug and sighed, “I've hurt you enough and I wouldn't let anyone do that to you again.” I muttered gently and wiped her tears.
Third person POV:
Nayla hugged Kade tightly as she couldn't control herself anymore.
“Fuck me Kade.” The windows were already fogged and opaque as Kade cut the engine.
The overlook was deserted at this hour, just the low hum of the city far below and the faint metallic tick of the cooling car.
Nayla sat sideways in the passenger seat, knees drawn up, the hem of her mini dress riding high enough to reveal the lace tops of her stockings.
Streetlights from the valley painted shifting gold across her skin every time a distant car passed.
Kade didn’t speak. He just reached across the console, hooked one finger under the thin strap of her dress, and tugged it down her shoulder.
The fabric caught on the swell of her breast for a second before giving way.
Her bra was sheer black lace, barely containing the heavy weight of her tits, full, round, the kind of breasts that made men stupid.
He exhaled like he had been holding his breath for hours.
“Been thinking about these all night,” he said, his voice was rough.
Nayla’s answer was to arch her back, pushing them towards him.
Kade leaned in, his mouth finding the soft upper curve of one breast, kissing slowly, open-mouthed, tasting the faint salt of her skin and whatever vanilla body lotion she wore that drove him insane.
He dragged his tongue along the edge of the lace, then hooked it down with his teeth.
Her nipple popped free, pink and already hard, begging him to suck them.
He took it into his mouth like he was starving.
Nayla’s head fell back against the window with a soft thud.
A low moan slipped out of her, half sigh, half plea. Kade sucked harder, rolling the peak against his tongue, grazing it with his teeth just enough to make her hips jerk.
His hand cupped the other breast, kneading, thumb flicking over the trapped nipple through the lace until she was squirming.
“Kade…” it came out breathy, needy.
He switched sides, giving the second breast the same slow, reverent attention, long pulls, wet circles, gentle bites that made her gasp and clutch the back of his head.
Her fingers went through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, urging him on. He could feel her heartbeat hammering against his tongue.
Minutes or seconds…he lost track, until her tits were slick and shining from his mouth, nipples swollen and red, dress bunched uselessly around her waist. Only then did he pull back, breathing hard, eyes dark.
“Your turn, baby.”
Nayla didn’t hesitate. She twisted in the seat, climbing over the console with surprising grace for such a tight space.
Her fat ass brushed his face as she straddled his lap facing him, and he groaned, his hands immediately grabbing two generous handfuls.
The dress rode up completely, revealing a black thong swallowed between those glorious cheeks.
She kissed him first…deep, filthy, tasting herself on his tongue then slid down his body until she was kneeling awkwardly between his legs, back pressed to the dash.
Her fingers worked his belt open with practiced speed, zipper down, his cock springing free.
Kade was thick, veiny and heavy, the head already flushed dark and slick with precum.
Eight solid inches that curved just slightly upward, perfect for hitting that spot that made girls cry.
Nayla licked her lips like she was starving.
She started slowly, because she knew it drove him insane, long, wet stripe from base to tip, tongue swirling around the head, tasting salt and him.
Then she sank down, taking half in one go, cheeks hollowing. Kade’s head thunked back against the headrest.
“Fuck, Nayla…”
She pulled off with a wet pop, grinned up at him, then did it again, deeper this time, throat relaxing until her nose brushed his stomach.
His hips bucked involuntarily; she hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls.
She worked him like that for long minutes, slow, sloppy, perfect, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, the other fondling his balls until his thighs started shaking.
When she finally pulled off, a string of spit still connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock.
She looked wrecked already, mascara smudged, lips puffy.
Gorgeous…that was all Kade could think of.
Kade hauled her up by the arms, kissing her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. “Back seat. Now.”