Free Exposed (The Alpha Stranger) Book 2 by C.T. Sloan

minute. I need to taste your tits right now.”
     
    My lover’s tongue and lips explore my body. This is so much more intense with the blindfold on. I grab on to the back of his head and let my lover enjoy my tits. I feel those strong hands unbutton my jeans. There is not much room in the Ferrari. I can hear my lover grunt as he tries to pull every article of clothing off of my body. After much pulling and cursing, my jeans come off. Then my lover goes for my thong. Before I know it, the only thing I am wearing is a blindfold and a smile.
     
    The sexy man runs his tongue down to my stomach. He kisses my thigh. Then I hear him start up the car. We speed back onto a paved road. Just when I thought my lover is done with me, I feel his right hand wandering back between my legs. He begins to rub me out while racing the Ferrari back to his estate. I spread my legs, granting my anonymous lover full access. I can feel the exotic car swerving as my lover works the steering wheel with his left hand and my pussy with his right hand. We may crash at any second. Who knows. I can’t see a damn thing. All I know is that if I die tonight, I won’t have any regrets. This is about as good as life gets.
     
    I start to play with my tits as my lover rubs me out faster and faster. I begin to moan. The car speeds up. “Dammit, you are so good with your hand!” I tell my lover. I lift my hips off of the seat and push my face up against the passenger’s side window as I feel myself ready to cum inside this Italian sports car. My lover pushes his fingers inside me. I cum. My chest feels hot. Saliva drips out of the sides of my mouth. My fingers tingle. Damn, this man can do more with three fingers than some guys can do with their entire bodies.
     
    I relax in the Ferrari, naked and blindfolded. I feel my lover kiss me on the neck. “I am going to have so much fun with your body. You are my prized possession.”
     
    I reach over and fumble around for my lover’s cock. I feel the hard bulge in his pants. “I will work hard to make sure that I remain your prized possession,” I tell my anonymous lover.
     
    “Good girl.”
     
    The car begins to slow down. The Ferrari makes another turn and begind to go uphill. All right, so it looks like my lover’s estate is on a hill or a mountain. I refer to my mental map and guess that the house is located either in the Hollywood Hills, Beverly Hills, Bel Air, Brentwood, Westwood, the Pacific Palisades or Malibu. Well, you can’t go wrong with any of those places. The Ferrari begins to slow down. We roll on to what feels like a brick driveway.
     
    My body shakes as I feel the continuous rumble of this brick driveway that appears to go on forever and ever. I may not know where this estate is located - or even what it looks like - but I know one thing for sure, it ain’t small! The Ferrari finally comes to a stop. I hear the engine turn off. My anonymous lover orders me to, “sit still” while I hear him open his door. So I sit in the passenger’s seat for a while. I am not exactly sure where my lover went. I can feel a cool breeze coming in from the open driver’s side door. I am tempted to peek.
     
    Just when I am about to raise my hand up to the blindfold, the passenger’s side door suddenly opens. I am jolted to attention as I feel my seatbelt get unbuckled. My lover pulls me out of the Ferrari. I feel the brick driveway under my feet. “Now walk,” my lover orders. Even though I am outdoors, blindfolded and completely naked, I could not feel any more comfortable. I am led up a couple of stairs. I feel a little bit of warmth in front of me. The open door to the estate, I presume.
     
    My feet feel a hard terracotta floor. My body temperature rises. I am indoors. I know that much. “You are going straight to my bedroom,” my anonymous lover says as I feel him pick me up. The hot stud carries me across his house. Now this is what I call express service. I hear my lover walk into a small