mrsdrzayne

In fact, the only evidence that you had any kind of effect on him were the tips of his ears that had turned red, and even then, it could have been from the evening breeze.

You notice the way he had to grip the steering wheel a little tighter, blink rapidly a few times to recompose himself,

“Did you not like it?” he asked quietly.

“I did,” you reply.

“Then is it not obvious?” he answered, vague but matter-of-fact. “Because I wanted to.”

You place them in his hand, only a little embarrassed by how drenched they are and without even looking at you, he stuffs them into his trouser pocket.

“Good girl.”

So impatient,” he chastised, yet shifting his hand to another angle, causing you to tilt your pelvis to meet him halfway.

That wasn’t a hundred.”

Zayne chuckled lightly.

“I can count fast.”

It only manages half come off, straps falling down to your shoulders just enough for him to pull the material down from over your breasts and bury his face there, happy to stay there for all eternity as he lets an appreciative groan escape him, a rumbling sound originating from somewhere deep within his chest.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathed. “You really want my cock that much?”

“It’s…nice,” he concluded. Then, his eyes narrowed. “I almost don’t want you to wear it.”

“I do. I just don’t want other men to see you in it,” he said.