... And Beyond... (Part 4)

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Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, oral f-receiving, fingering, slight dom!Chris, panty sniffing, hair tugging

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, oral f-receiving, fingering, slight dom!Chris, panty sniffing, hair tugging

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"We might end up being late with this lot." You pouted, looking out of the window at the unmoving traffic.

Chris chuckled softly as he gently ran his thumb over your bare knee. "It's fine. It's not like they can start without me." He teased, giving your knee a playful squeeze making you smile at him.

"I guess not. But it's still no fun being stuck in traffic." You huffed and your brow furrow as you looked back out of the window.

Chris began smirking to himself and looked over to the closed window that separated the two of you from the driver. He sat back in his seat, spreading his thighs wide as he moved his hand a little further up your leg. "Take your panties off."

Your head wiped round to him. "Excuse me?"

"I said, take your panties off." He smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. "This isn't the time, Chris."

Chris' brow creased as he squeezed your thigh making you gasp. "I said. Take. Your. Panties. Off." His tone was deep and rough as he held your gaze.

You nodded and quickly reached under your dress, pulling the lace down your hips and thighs before wiggling put of them.

Chris snatched them from you and lifted them to his nose, inhaling your scent as he kept his gaze fixed with yours. He gave you a crooked smirk, pocketing your panties before he slipped off the leather seat. "Spread 'em." He ordered as he nudged your knees, settling in front of you.

You did as he said, letting out another startled gasp as he grabbed the backs of your knees and pulled your backside closer to the edge of the seat.

"Good girl." He sent you a wink before bending over between your thighs.

Your eyes rolled backwards as Chris quickly began to eat you out, his tongue lapping at your pussy like it was his favourite meal. You let out a heavy as Chris sucked your clit only for him to pull back from you.

"Best be quiet, baby, or the driver will hear." He smirked at you before going back.

You closed your eyes and dug your nails into your palms, desperately trying to keep quiet. You bit your bottom as Chris continued to lick your weeping slit, moaning softly against you as he shook his head side to side. His beard scratched your thighs as he worked his tongue in and out of you. It was hard to keep quiet, Chris was so damn good at eating your pussy.

"Oh God, Chris," You gasped as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside you.

"Squeezing my fingers so fuckin' much." He whispered against your thigh before lightly nipping your flesh making you moan even louder.

You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as he sucked your clit. "Fuck." You moaned as he curled his fingers. "There," You groaned. "Don't stop. Please." You begged, pushing his face closer and throwing your left leg over his shoulder.

"C'mon, baby. Need you to cum." He licked your clit harshly a few times before sucking on it making you moan loudly.

You threw your hand over your mouth as you came around his fingers.

Chris worked you threw your orgasm slowly pumping his fingers inside of you as he pressed kisses against your thigh.

"Fuck," Chris pulled back from you licking his lips and slowly pulling his fingers out of you. He raised them to his lips and sucked them clean as he kept his gaze fixed with yours. He let out a deep moan, closing his eyes. "You taste fuckin' delicious, baby girl."

He pushed himself up and crashed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

You let out a breathy giggle as he pulled back from you. "You're beard is all wet." You reached up to wipe it clean.

"Ah," Chris playfully slapped your hands away with a smirk. "It's just how I like it." He winked at you.

"You have to clean it before we arrive, Chris."

"Why?" He asked as he got up and sat beside you, slipping his arm around your shoulders.

"You just do... And, can I have my underwear back, please?" You held your hand out to him.

Chris shook his head with a smile. "No. You don't need them."

You narrowed your eyes, "And why not?" You asked.

"Because as soon as I can, I'm fuckin' you in the bathroom." He gave you a cheeky grin. Your mouth fell open as you began blushing. "What? I gotta make sure you enjoy coming to premiers with me." He winked at you making you blush even more but also excited for what was to come.

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