Chapter 76 PLEASURE IN THE CAR
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"Tess, you don't need to think about these things just take care of your husband and Madam Boss." My father dodges my question cleverly and I frown.
Stubbornly, I ask, "Dad, is it true that Miss Swan has stopped paying for Cyril's treatment?"
"Tess… This shouldn't be your concern… I will handle everything…" My father says with a stone face and I wonder what is it that he is hiding from me.
"Fine, then I will ask Miss Swan myself about it." I threaten him and he looks at me in panic, "No… No… No… You are not going to say a single word to anyone, Tess… Everything is fine, Madam Boss is a very generous woman, she can never do anything to hurt anyone." he says firmly and I look at him dumbfounded.
Then what's the big deal in going to the hospital?
"I'll take him to the hospital… You don't need to worry about it and also don't discuss anything about this with anyone…" My father warns and just as I want to open my mouth to protest my mother enters the living room with a sleepy face.
"Tess, dear, Oh Dylan you're home… Look, Tessa has helped me so much. Cyril is feeling better now and I am also able to get rest for a while. Don't you think Tessa is the peace of our life?" She says lovingly as she hugs me and then kisses my cheek affectionately.
My father didn't say a word, he looks tense and then announced that he is going to change as he leaves the living room.
"Mom, I have cooked dinner, come let's set the table," I tell my mom and she gives me a soft smile.
"My sweet daughter."
Mom, Dad, and Me, we all eat dinner together in silence, my mother looks better than before after getting good sleep while my father stays tight lip all the time and keeps glancing at me from time to time whenever I mention Andrew and Ann's names.
"Mom, I wish I would be able to stay tonight but I couldn't." I tell my mother helplessly and my mother smiles, "Tess, you don't need to say like this. I know you are bound with restrictions now but hopefully, everything will get better, Tess. God will pay you off for your good deeds, dear." My mother kisses my forehead and then gives me a warm hug as I hug her back tightly.
Mothers are such a blessing for a daughter.
I then walk to my parent's room to bid goodbye to my father, when I enter he was sitting on the bed with a sad face, I walk to him and inform politely, "Dad, I am leaving."
"Tess, dear, are you happy there?" My father asks as he looks up at me, and I nod my head with a smile.
My father looks at my face for a second trying to inspect if I am really happy or faking a smile, Finally, when he was sure that I am genuinely happy, he let out a sigh of relief and then stand up as he pulls me into a gentle hug.
"My sweet daughter, no matter what happens in the future, Tess, Always remember that I love you a lot and you are my precious daughter, always." He kisses my head and then both my parent send me away.
I feel too overwhelmed by all the emotions that by the time, I sit inside the car my whole face was wet from happy tears.
"Tessy, what's wrong?" My husband asks when he finally notices my tears and then presses the brakes abruptly.
SQUEAK…
I sniff back my tears and reply in a hoarse voice, "I am fine… I just feel overwhelmed after meeting my parent."
"Oh, okay…" Andrew says thoughtfully and then again starts driving the car, "You had your dinner?" He asks and I nod my head.
"Want something to eat from outside, hmm?" He asks and after thinking for a while, I say, "Ice cream… I want ice cream."
"Ice cream? That's it?" He asks, surprised and I nod my head in response.
"Ok, Ice cream then," He says as he takes me to the ice cream parlor and we both eat our ice creams in the car.
While I was eating my ice cream, Andrew keeps looking at me and I frown feeling bothered, "What? Why are you staring at me…?"
He coughs to hide his embarrassment and then replies shrugging, "Nothing… Finish your ice cream quickly." He order lightly and I obliged.
Andrew keeps driving and I fall asleep in the car, I don't know how much time has passed but after a long time, I feel myself moving and when I open my eyes, I see my husband carrying me and then very gently he takes me to the back of the car.
"Aren't we home?" I ask, frowning, my voice hoarse.
"Yes, we are," he tells me and I look at him confused.
"So why instead of going inside you bring me at the back of the car?" I ask and he grins, "Because we are going to do something in the car."
"What?" I ask and not replying to me, he looks at me with a huge grin still plastered on his face and somehow it gives me the clue of what he wants to do in the car.
I try to move away from him looking around for an escape, we are parked outside the mansion and I wonder if Ann has returned from her business trip yet?
But his hands firmly stop me from moving while with the other he starts to open his collar button. "Since I left you at your parent's home, I had been thinking of this…" He says meaningfully, his gaze dark on me, he leans down and my breath starts to get heavy, "You know, you too want it." He whispers, his lips barely brushing mine. It was too gentle, too real.
"What if someone sees us?" I ask against his mouth, nervously.
"No one could see anything," He says with assurance and when I look up I realized that the windows are tinted and the windscreen is also covered with black shades.
"Still…" I still couldn't hide my worry and look at him. His face inches closer to me, his eyes on my lips and his breathing quickened, and suddenly he takes my lower lips between his mouth making me swallow back all my protests. Growling in my mouth, he deepened the kiss, our tongues sliding against each other.
I wrap his tie around my wrist, pulling him closer while he pushes me forcefully into the seat. He wastes no time in undressing me, and I groan when he runs his hand across my bare skin. Pushing me gently to lie on the cool leather, he kneels between my legs still clothed, he then places his palm between my br**sts slowly moving down to my abdomen, and then to the lacy fabric of my panties.
The muscles of my abdomen clench tightly with his movements and I try to control my breathing. His sweet torture on my groin is making me crazy, crazy with the need for him, as I pull him to me by his shirt and slide my tongue into his mouth, groaning as his palm pressed against me.
Our kisses grow long and deep, gaining urgency with every inch of skin uncovered. I pull his shirt from his pants and explore the smooth skin over his rib, the sharp definition of muscles at his hips, I run my fingers across his belt and to the hard shape of him beneath his pants as I start to tease him a bit.
"You don't know what you are doing to me," He groans into my mouth.
"Tell me, then…" I whisper and he looks at me for a moment… "I can't…" He whispers back looking hesitant, "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." I tell him as I squeeze his groin over the fabric making him moan.
He presses his head against mine, biting his lower lip, he finally opens his mouth, "I want you to f**k me, Tessy."
I pause, blinking, trying to understand the meaning of his words of what he really wants from me. F**k him? Really? I smile at this possibility and my inner Goddess seems to get excited with the idea of me f**king my husband inside the car.
And what if anyone knocks on the window, Hah, the thought of getting caught somehow thrills me in the most sensual way.
"I can be rough, hubby." I tease him and he nods his head in appreciation, "Hell, I want all the rough you could give." then pulling the lacy fabric of my panties he suddenly rips them off with a strong thud and I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
The pain of the fabric pulling across my skin only added to the pleasure.
I pull my leg forward and push him back and off me. Sitting up, I shove him against the seatback, and then sitting on him I start straddling him.
I grab his shirt and yank it open, sending the buttons scattering along with the seat.
With frantic hands, I undid his belt and pants, and with his help, I manage to get them down his legs. The tip of his erection rubs my entrance, I close my eyes as I slowly slide down over him.
"Oh God," I groan, it's been a long time since we both had s*x in this position, the sensation of him inside me intensifies. Lifting my hips, I begin to ride him, each movement feeling more intense than the one before.
The pain from his rough fingertips on my hips only fuel my desire. His eyes close and his moans are muffled against my breasts. Moving his lips across, he takes my hardened ni**le between his teeth and I grip his hair tightly in response.
His mouth opens around my skin, and he bites me hard, making me cry out and pull harder on his hair. It's been a while since he bites my skin and it feels ravishing.
"Do you like my teeth on you? Should I bruise your skin with my teeth?" He asks, his breath coming out as short pants. I look down at him considering his seductive idea when he has asked my permission before bruising me? But it's also true that these days he has been very gentle and caring to me.
"Bruise me, I want you to mark my skin," I tell bravely, looking straight into his eyes, and then suddenly he lifts me off and throws me down onto the seat. Pushing my legs apart, he thrust back into me. My arms brace above me to protect my head from the door.
Andrew pulls himself onto his knees, and gets into a more comfortable position, he then picks up one of my leg and places it over his shoulder, forcing his member deeper inside me.
"Ahh…" A moan escapes from my mouth from our deep connection. He then takes my other leg to rest across his other shoulder. Reaching out, he grips the door frame and uses it for leverage to deepen his thrust.
The change in angle causes me to gasp as the most delicious sensation spread through my body. With my hands pushing off the door, I lift my hips off the seat to meet each motion of his.
"F**k, Tessy, it feels so good." He murmurs as he turns his head slightly, his open mouth leaving wet kisses up and down my leg making me shiver continuously. Our groans fill the silent space of the car. The dim light from the outside falls onto my handsome husband and I watch him in awe.
His body strained with the effort, his hair mussed and stick to his damp forehead, the tendons in his neck pulled tight. My hips circle and his hips answer roughly but steady, he bends down, and taking my lower lip between his teeth he let me shudder under him and then greedily swallow my cries.
"Tessy," He moans my name and with the last powerful thrust, he tenses above me releasing his all strength into me giving me a pleasure of coming back home.
