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God. Mat so badly wants to lift the skirt of your dress to expose those pretty lace panties you’re wearing underneath.

“You coming, hotshot?” You turn around and ask when you notice he’s frozen behind you, eyes burning holes into your lower half.

Your fiancé shakes the depraved thoughts from his mind and follows you to your car. His hand smacks your ass, making you squeal and turn around to playfully chastise him. Your scolding gets silenced by Mat slanting his lips over yours. His hands find your hips and push you back against your convertible. The tip of his tongue sneaks between the seam of your lips, but your tongue pushes back. You lick into each other’s mouths and let your hands roam freely, feeling up his back while he paws at your ass. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs at it, enough for your moans to vibrate through his body.

You pull away for a breath of air, smiling giddily when you see Mat’s pink cheeks and swollen lips. His eyes are dark like glowing embers of a fire.

“What?” He questions when he notices your dazed expression. He nudges his nose into yours, making you laugh and squeeze him tighter to you.

“You want to drive my car?” You ask after a moment of silence.

Mat pulls away from where he was nuzzling your neck and smelling your heavenly perfume. His hand falls from your waist down to the leg you have around his hip. His eyebrows are raised and his eyes are wide. He never thought he’d ever hear those words fall from your lips.

“Seriously?”

You nod with a small smirk.

“Fuck yes!” Mat cheers, his lips landing back on yours.

You giggle at his reaction and move your mouth to his jaw, sucking the flesh for a quick second.

You spend a few more minutes making out, battling over who takes control. You so badly want to rip off his belt and untuck his button up from his pants, but you can’t wrinkle his outfit. You’re not exactly pressed for time, but you don’t want to push it too much. This photoshoot is important to the both of you; it highlights and celebrates your recent engagement.

“Should we go topless?” You whisper into the kiss.

“Hell yeah,” he agrees easily, his voice light and airy.

His greedy hands move to the top of your dress, attempting to pull the material down to expose your boobs.

“I meant the car not my dress,” you lightly shove at his chest and maneuver your outfit back into place.

“Right,” he concurs with his signature pout.

“Get in the driver’s seat before I change my mind.” Your words have Mat moving before you can even finish your sentence.

You have a lengthy drive ahead of you, but you’re perfectly distracted by Mat. The windows are down, the wind sweeping through your hair.

Deftones’ “Change,” plays on full blast, vibing with the thick tension that has you clenching your thighs. Mat looks so cool and confident driving your car with ease. One hand’s on the wheel while the other sits on your thigh. His gold Rolex gleams the same way your engagement ring does, making you look at your newest edition with an elated smile.

Minutes pass and you continue to wriggle around in your seat, pressing your thighs together for a fraction of the friction you desire. You’re not sure if it’s the heat getting to you, but you’re not thinking about anything other than the fact that you really want Mat’s cock down your throat.

Without thinking too much about it, you set a hand on his stern shoulder. You rub it gently and eventually let your fingers stroke the side of his neck. You see the vein there start to pop out and the very noticeable gulp he takes. You know your eyes are burning holes into the side of his face. Slowly you slide your hand down his chest and to the top of his thigh.

“What’re you up to?” Your fiancé asks.

You guide your fingers to the zipper of his pants, fiddling with it until he starts to squirm.

“How do you feel about me giving you head? Right here. Right now,” you whisper in his ear and peck the area beneath.

“Shi- shit,” his words fail him as you completely pull down the zipper and yank his pants down.

Who are you to deny yourself happiness?

“I need you to stay focused on the road. Okay, baby?”

Mat dazedly nods his head and white knuckles the steering wheel.

You jerk his already hardening length until it’s stiff and waiting for the heat of your mouth. You press a soft kiss to the tip and flick your eyes up so you can watch the way he reacts. You bring your thumb to the slit, and spread the milky white pearls around while you lick up the vein on the underside.

“Fuck, babe,” Mat groans.

“Hush, Maty.” You see the chills spread over his skin as you talk closely to his ear. Wanting to see him crumble, you take his earlobe into your mouth. You know how much it drives him crazy.

You lean back down and suck his head into your mouth, your tongue circles around him which makes him let out a gasp. A soft hum leaves your mouth and vibrates through his member, making Mat’s head spin. Teasingly you drag your tongue back down his shaft and then blow soft puffs of air onto his wet skin. The slight jolt of his thighs makes you smirk deviously.

Finally, you take him down your throat while your hand jerks whatever your mouth can’t take. Your other hand squeezes his thigh, a weak attempt at keeping him still.

You lower and raise your head at a slow pace, wanting to tease him. When Mat is in a state of euphoria, he hates when things start to slow down because his hips always become erratic. He craves control, but he also craves the feeling of your lips around him.

He places his free hand at the base of your head, so he can try to control the way you move up and down. His hand eventually falls slack when you swallow around him, making him buck his hips up in surprise.

His balls tighten at the suction and the way you gag around him. There’s a vicious knot forming in his stomach and it’s on the edge of snapping.

“Just like that, pretty girl. Fuck,” Mat moans.

As you continue to take him, deeper and deeper, you can feel the car accelerate on the empty road. You assume his body is starting to tense which makes his foot put pressure on the gas. You know he’s about to orgasm. Your fiancé always goes stiff before his body relaxes in the ecstasy of his release.

“You better not crash my fucking car,” you rasp, catching his eye when he takes a quick glance at you. He almost unleashes his load right then and there. You’re teary eyed with spit dripping down your chin.

With a wink, you lower your mouth over his cock again. Your tongue massages his underside and you start to feel him pulsing and become extra heavy. You come up, but only to take his leaking tip between your lips and suck. His hand finds the back of your neck, squeezing the moment you reach down to fondle his balls.

“Shit. Shit. I’m going to cum,” Mat whines.

You don’t let up the suction around the head of his length. You graciously take every drop of his release and even milk him until he’s over sensitive, his hand slipping off the wheel and his head tipping back.

Before the car can have an opportunity to go off road, you straighten out the steering wheel.

“Oh my god,” he huffs, body vibrating and chest heaving.

You grab his chin, turning his face so that his eyes are on yours. You flit your gaze from Mat back to the road to make sure that you’re still the only car driving. Staring straight into his eyes, you hold out your tongue to show him his release and the way it pools there. He stares at the milky liquid and his eyes roll to the back of his head when you swallow it. A moan crawls up your throat and echoes around the both of you.

“You’re insane,” Mat says, putting his hands back on the wheel and straightening himself out.

“Yeah, well, you love me for it,” you giggle and place him back in his pants.