Gabriella

“Ella,” Damien said, as I unbuckled his belt, “I’m driving.”

“Mr. Sinclair, I want your cock. Tell me you don’t want to come.”

He flashed me a devious grin. “Using my own words against me.”

It was my turn to be in control. “Move your seat back.”

“Fuck, Ella.”

Maybe it was the wine or the atmosphere of the restaurant. It was more likely my first public orgasm; whatever the muse, ...