Latte Darling: Book Two of The Darling Series

I’m practically dragging Maddie through the parking lot to where I parked in the back. I wasn’t completely sure of my intentions when I arrived here tonight, but in case I beat her here, I didn’t want her recognizing my car and freaking out.

But then the second I walked through the door, my eyes were drawn straight to her, and I knew I wouldn’t leave her alone. I knew I’d do whatever it took to get my hands on her again.

One small hand presses into the middle of my back. Her fingers curling and clutching the black cotton of my t-shirt as she tries to touch me just as much as I’m touching her.

Not stopping, I lower my head to press a kiss against the top of her head.

“Almost there,” I tell her, guiding us past one more car then over to my passenger side door.

Opening it, I help her into the low seat and shut the door.

The angel on my shoulder lifts his head long enough to glare at me. A silent what in the fuck are you doing expression on his face. But it’s not enough to stop me.

Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing.

And maybe I don’t know how much I’m willing to give.

But I know I’m going to lose my damn mind if I don’t get her taste on my lips and her wetness on my dick.

The devil leans forward, rubbing his hands together, approving of my plans.

Yanking my door open with too much force, I lower myself into the seat.

I don’t look over at Maddie.

I can’t.

If I see that needy, horny look on her face, I’ll be tempted to fuck her right here in this car. And I’m too old for that shit.

“Seatbelt,” I command.

Clicking my own in, I reverse out of the parking spot and make my way through the lot.

The music is at a normal level, but as I pull out onto the road I reach out and click the audio off. Now the only thing I can hear is my own roaring pulse, and Maddie’s soft panting breath.

“Have you been drinking?” I need to know.

In my periphery, I see Maddie shake her head. “No, only Sprite. I promise.”

“Good.” My hand moves from the shifter to the top of her thigh. “Open your pants.”

Maddie swiftly inhales a breath.

Keeping firm pressure, I slide my hand up her thigh, until the side of my palm is pressing between her thighs.

I press harder, and the heat of her seeps into my bloodstream.

After a moment of pause, Maddie fumbles with her buttons. The dark pants she has on look nice, but I especially like that – right below where they cling to her glorious ass cheeks – they flow out. Meaning there’s space to work with.

Maddie’s leg muscles twitch as I drag my hand up, letting my fingers trail up the seam of her pants.

When I lift my hand further, nearly to the top of the clothing barrier with my fingertips, Maddie’s hands suddenly clamp down over her stomach.

Pausing, I glance towards her, seeing a worried expression on her face. “What is it, Baby?”

“I just…” I glance back over and see her squeeze her eyes shut.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s just that when I sit like this,” her words tumble out, “it makes my stomach stick out, and I don’t want you to be grossed out by it.”

The hand still on the steering wheel tightens until the leather begins to creak.

“Put your hand on my lap.”

The hand she has closest to me tentatively moves over until it’s on top of my leg.

I jerk my hips up. “My lap, Baby. Put your hand on my dick.”

Her breathing is ragged, and I have to bite back a groan when the light pressure of her palm settles over my cock.

“Do you feel that?” I ask, “Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Y-yes.”

“You think a little bit of soft skin is gonna make this go away?” My dick jumps as she starts to stroke the length. “Your cute little tummy is not gonna be a problem for me. It’s not gonna be a problem for you either. Because you’re perfect. And if you need me to come all over that pretty body of yours to prove it to you, consider the task accepted.”

“Axel…”

“Now sit on your hands and spread your legs.”

I don’t want Maddie to stop touching me, but I also don’t want to come in my fucking jeans. And I want to last for more than a single minute when I finally get her naked.

Listening, Maddie does as I ask, and I press my hand flat against her stomach.

This fucking society we live in is such bullshit. Trying to trick women like Maddie into believing that they need to change. Why would I give a single shit about a tummy?

Not wanting to get pissed off, I push the thought out of my mind and wiggle my fingers until they find their way between the top band of her panties and her bare skin.

Maddie’s legs widen and I lower my hand, a fraction of an inch at a time.

I groan when my fingertips brush against soft curls. The fact that Maddie doesn’t have a shaved bare pussy is hot as hell.

She makes a small sound and I keep going lower until my middle finger slips through her slickness.

“Fuck,” I press down on the gas as I rub the pad of my finger over her clit. Playing with that sweet bundle of nerves. “You’re so wet, even your little clit is soaked for me.”

“My god!” Maddie groans.

Leaning a little to the side, I press my hand lower while curling my finger.

My thick digit easily plunges between her lips. Impaling Maddie on my finger.

“Jesus,” I growl. Finally getting my first real feel of her.

Maddie whimpers and her hands fly up from where they’d been trapped beneath her legs.

She grabs at my wrist, and I’m afraid she’s going to pull my hand away, but she doesn’t. She clings to me. Moaning, grinding up into my touch.

I press my palm into her clit, and my ring finger joins the middle one inside her pussy.

The way she stretches around my two fingers is making my fucking cock leak. She’s gonna feel so goddamn good.

A stop sign flashes in my headlights up ahead, and I wait til we get close before I stomp on the brakes. The momentum propels my fingers deeper.

“Holy… Axel…” she pants, pressing harder on my hand even though I’m as deep as I can get from this angle.

With each stroke, each bump of my palm, her noises get a little louder.

“Are you close?” I grit out.

Maddie makes a sound of agreement that quickly turns to protest as I drag my hand up and out of her pants.

“What are you- Why did you stop?” she whines.

“Because you’re gonna come on my cock, and not before.” I lift my hand to my mouth, dragging the two fingers that were inside her across my lips.

Maddie whimpers, “I want to hate you right now.”

I grin, “But you don’t.”

Then I shove the fingers into my mouth, getting my first taste.