Chapter 54: He Really Hates That Skirt

"You know I hate when you wear this skirt. It makes me want to do things to you all day long. It's much too short."

I roll my eyes and then settle into his firm grasp as Vincent bites at my neck. "It's almost to my knees." The first stars pop out in the night sky and the lights in the buildings, apartments, and townhouses nearby flicker to life. I moan as Vincent's thick fingers find my clit and then slip inside my waiting pussy. It's like he already knows what I want.

"I've wanted you like this for so long," he whispers in my ear and then nibbles the lobe, pulling it tightly between his teeth.

My body is Jell-O and I have trouble focusing on his words. With a moan, my hips move with his hand until his smirk tells me he's up to no good as he removes his fingers. He trails his digits up my leg and then sticks his two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. His chest heats my back and I watch his movements from the reflection in his window. My stomach twists in excitement and fea