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"damn, where are you going?" he asks her, the words falling from his lips as soon as she opens his car door. he had watched her get out of her own car, keys and a little blue vape in hand. she walked around the front of his car to get to the passenger side, tugging at the hem of her tiny pink dress as she walked. with every step she took it rode up just a little more, exposing the expanse of her thigh and just the tiniest bit of her ass. she was avoiding eye contact, but from the smile on her face he knew she could tell he was watching her.
"the club?" she says with a small quirk of her brow, getting comfortable as she places her keys and vape in her lap. her dress has rolled almost all the way up to where her thighs and hip bone meet, and her keys and vape practically get swallowed up by the expanse of her thighs. he looks up at her slowly, taking all of her in, heartbeat pulsing in his ears.
"but you already knew that," she says, turning her knees towards him.
"i did," is all mammon can say, sort of breathless as he leans back against the car seat, widening his view of her. he takes a hit of the cart in his hands, watching as she fiddles with her hair.
"do i look good?" she asks, reaching up to pull down the mirror, only to be dissapointed that there's no light. "of coure you don't got a light," she frowns, using a finger to gently dab at any lip gloss that could've gotten on her chin.
"here," he says, turning on the car lights just as she's about to close the mirror. she hums, a little sound of displeasure and mammon takes the initiative to pull out his flash so she could see better. she fixes her lip liner, applying more lip gloss to her lips afterwards. mammon gulps. each swipe of the wand on her lips was tantilizing.
"you look good as fuck," he says once she's finished up, putting the mirror back to it's rightful place and turning off the lights. they're engulfed in darkness, illuminated slightly by the moon and a street light. she hums in response, a small giggle falling from her lips as she turns to him even more, resting her elbow on the arm rest compartment between them, biting her index fingernail as she pulls up cashapp on her phone.
"of course i do." she responds with a sultry smile and mammon itches to reach out and touch her. "ion got cash for you," she says. "thirty-five right?" mammon frowns with a soft exhale, smoking billowing from his nostrils. he had almost forgot the whole reason why he pulled up on her.
he leans back against the window, taking in all of her and just how fucking gorgeous she looks before licking his lips slightly. "for you i can let twenty slide,"
"you sure?" he nods his head and she smiles, sending him twenty before setting her phone down with a soft 'thank you' falling from plush lips. "you got any plans after this?" she asks, leaning forward on the arm rest some more. mammon purses his lips.
"like three more orders and then 'm gonna go back home. i need gas first though,"
"what are you at right now?"
mammon laughs. "lean over and look." she does so without hesitation. her perfume is a lot more intoxicating with her this close to him. so warm, and inviting and it does things to him; makes his brain go all fuzzy.
"on E is crazy," she giggles, leaning back slightly. mammon adjusts himself in his seat one more time, this time leaning his right elbow on the arm rest as well, turning his torso and tilting his head slightly. "you gonna fill the tank all the way?" mammon hums.
"mhm,"
"you're better than me. twenty dollars is good enough for me, maybe a lil fifteen if i'm broke for real," she rambles, all the while trying to tug her dress down. mammon's not really paying attention to what she's saying, too enamoured by the way the pink looks so good against her skin, the way it's clinging to her body in all the right places and the simple fact that it's ridden up so far just from sitting that he can't help the way his heart pounds and the way his dick jumps.
"mhm...er, shit. did i even give you your cart?"
she shakes her head no and mammon pulls it out from his pocket and handing it to her. "i got you the guava one,"
she hums, a sound that's borderline a purr and mammon's head goes all fuzzy. "i was secretly hoping you'd get me this one. even though i did say pick whichever one you like,"
"this one's nice," he says, watching her struggle to open the small box due to her nails. or maybe she wasn't realy struggling, however, mammon took it upon himself to reach back over and take it from her hands, opening the box and handing her the cart. his hands brushes up against her thigh as he does so. she's soft, and warm, and would probably feel so good in his hands.
"is it better than the other one you got me?" she asks, taking the cart from him. she doesn't even flinch, doesn't even mind the fact that his hand is still resting against her thigh. mammon decides to test the waters, resting his hand flat on her thigh.
"why don't you try it." it comes out nothing like a question, voice kind of low and gravelly. mammon watches as she brings the cart up to her lips and inhales for a few seconds before exhaling. she visibly relaxes, like it was something she definitely needed after a long day before turning to him.
"s'good?" she nods, and the pair fall into a comfortable silence looking at one another for a few moments.
"it's really good," she says.
"m glad you like it." mammon says as her caresses her gently with his thumb, slightly rubbing up and down the expanse of her thigh as he does so. he should've pulled away by now, but for some reason he can't bring himself to. her phone dings, the sound cutting through the silence. she picks her phone up and immediately frowns.
"something wrong?" mammon asks, his hand slowly retreating as he leans back in the seat.
"no, nothing." she says. "why'd you stop?" mammon tilts his head curiously as she reaches over and grabs his hand before placing it back on her thigh, setting her phone down on the other side of her and turning her full attention to him. mammon quirks a brow at her but doesn't say anything, instead going straight back to what he was doing before. lovingly he runs his hand up and down her thigh, squeezing here and there as he does so.
before mammon can even say anything else to her, her phone buzzes one right after the other. his movements slow to a stop but he keeps a a hand on her still. she lifts her right thigh slightly, pulling her phone out from under her with another frown.
"who is it ?" mammon asks. for some reason, a fiery pit of jealousy sits low in his belly, and he can't help but let his mind wander.
"my friends. i'm kinda late to picking them up." she says with a soft smile. "they're yelling at me in the group chat."
"oh shit, you should probably go then," mammon says, unlocking the car door from his side. she doesn't make any moves to go though, only sitting up a little straighter. "you not tryna leave?"
"gimme a minute." she says, resting her hand atop of his.
mammon chuckles, leaning back slightly and taking another hit from his vape.
"leave whenever you want then," he says, hand rubbing up and down her thigh once more.
"i will." she says, looking deep into his honey eyes. mammon purses his lips before sitting up straighter, the hand on her thigh coming up to reach for her cheek. he barely touches her, not wanting to ruin her makeup. she nuzzles into his palm slightly before he trails his hand down to her neck, resting where it meets her shoulders. every move is slow, calculated, and her breath hitches as he does so. it's quiet, but loud enough to head over the ac blowing softly.
that's when mammon's decided he's had enough. he's tired of waiting. tired of walking around on eggshells, tired of pretending he's not into her when he so obviously is and that all he wants to do whenever he sees her is kiss her all over.
"enjoy your night..." he mutters, thumb caressing the side of neck softly as his eyes trail to her lips.
"i will..."
mammon licks his lips slowly, looking back into her eyes for just a few seconds before he holds her, pulling her closer to him by the neck and leaning forward so that their lips touch.
the first kiss is purely experimental, soft and slow. mammon's trying to make sure it's okay. his free hand reaches for one of hers and she interlocks their fingers together while humming into the kiss. mammon's practically over the moon, pulling her closer to him a little roughly, hands experimentally squeezing her throat gently and she moans into his mouth holding his hand tighter. the sticky slide of her lipgloss against his lips is intoxicating. everything about her is intoxicating and addictive. mammon wants to kiss her forever, hold her right here and not have to think about anything else ever again.
eventually they come back for air, his jaw hurting slightly from how slow they were kissing. her makeup is messed up only slightly, and she giggles as she wipes the lipgloss from his lips. it only makes mammon want to kiss her again and so he does, this time a lot more feverishly. she reciprocates immediately, nipping at his bottom lip. she was getting bolder, and mammon felt like it was about damn time. he reaches one hand to her thigh, caressing and teasingly sliding his fingers under the hem of her dress. she sighs, allowing for him to trail his lips down her chin to her neck. she tilts her head back, running a hand through lush silvery locs. his hands trail up and down her body cupping her breast before rubbing her shoulder and going back down to rest at her sides, all the while nipping and biting at skin on her neck and collarbones.
"mammon," she moans, breath hitching in the middle of his name.
"yes baby?" he whispers the words against her lips before pulling away to look into her eyes. they're half-lidded adding to the sultry expression on her face as she blinks up at him in a daze. her lips are slightly puffy from the kiss and a thin trail of saliva sticks to her chin. she looks blissfully unaware and mammons mind conjures up an image of how pretty she'd look on top of his bedsheets just. like. that.
"fuck, c'mere." mammon groans, lowering him self in his seat as he pulls her towards him with a firm, yet gentle, grip on her neck. she gets the memo. doesn't have to be told twice as she put her knee up on the seat and swung her right leg over to his side of the car. she cups his cheek with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder firmly as she slides across to him with grace. a long sigh leaves both of their lips as she settles down on top of him, shifting slightly so that the bulge in mammon's jeans rubs against her clothed cunt some more.
her dress rode all the way up her ass from the movement revealing the all too tiny thong she was wearing. mammon chuckles, grabbing the tiny triangle and pulling it back. she jumps slightly and he laughs into the kiss pressing their bodies closer together. he cups her ass with his hands, rubbing lovingly before slipping his hands up her dress to rub her back. all the while she's arching into him whining with her tongue practically shoved down his throat as grinds against him.
despite the ac running, the car is beginning to fog up. mammon reaches forward and pushes the button to cut the ignition off. in a swift, fluid motion mammon changes their position so she's on the bottom. he pulls her closer to him slightly just as her legs loosely hand bent at the knees in the air beside him. just as mammon's hands go down to undo his jeans her phone begins to ring and vibrate on the floor.
"my friends-"
"i'll be quick don't worry," he says, leaning forward to kiss her. she hums, slightly displeased. none the less, she's pulling her underwear off as he pulls his hard cock from his briefs, flinging the small piece of clothing to the other side of his car with her foot. "god you're so fuckin pretty," he mutters, spreading her legs open some more.
her cunt is dripping wet, pretty folds glittering beneath the dim street lamp. all mammon can think about is how she'd taste on his tongue. he wishes they weren't in his car and in his bed instead, that way he can take his time with her. taste her and make her cum on his tongue over and over again until her whole body is shaking from overstimulation and she can't do anything but cry. oh how pretty she would like crying for him, begging him to stop and covering her face with one arm while the other reaches for the sheets, gripping as tight as she can as she bucks her hips and cums into his mouth for the nth time.
mammon spits on two fingers, bringing them down to her soaked pussy and spreading her folds. his fingers rub up and down her slit, his thumb rubbing circles onto her pulsing clit. she moans so beautifully loud, breathy and high pitched. it's like music to his ears, a cacophony of symphonies and sonnets and everything warm and fuzzy. she sounds like it's her first ever breath or maybe like it's her last. it's warm, inviting, and addicting. it's a sound mammon will never forget.
he doesn't spend too much time teasing her, slowly pushing his fingers into her entrance. she's like putty in his hands, moaning and thrashing her head about, bucking her hips into his hand and tugging at the edges of his shirt sleeves. breathy little "ah, ah ah"'s escape her lips as he thrusts his fingers inside her experimentally.
"mammon hurry," she moans and he doesn't waste any time removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock instead.
her body engulfs him entirely too quick and with ease that mammon bottoms out faster than he would like. she sighs softly, this cute, heavenly sound that mammon grabs her chin and forces her to look at him. she barely can, eyes rolled to the back of her head with pleasure. he kisses her and her eyes flutter closed as he does so.
“pretty girl aren’t ya.” mammon says before pulling out and thrusting back in. her whole body moves with the motion, her breath hitching as she wraps her legs around his waist tightly.
mammon soon after sets a quick rhythm, hand hard on her hip and the other gripping into the head rest as he thrusts inside her. the sounds of their breaths and bodies connecting makes mammon’s brain go blank. with every thrust she pushes her hips up to meet his, kissing his neck and running his hands up and down his arms, scratching at his skin with her nails gently.
“fuck mammon please-“ she begs and it makes his cock jump. he twitches inside her, almost cums right then and there and has to stop momentarily before continuing.
“fuck it i want you riding me.” he says, switching positions once more with ease, their bodies staying connected. she wastes no time bouncing on his cock, moaning wantonly as she does so. he kisses her neck feverishly, biting and nipping at the skin hard enough to make sizable hickeys on her neck.
mammon groans, groping her breasts and ass before pulling her dress up and over her breasts. he kissed her once, twice, before ripping off the nipple covers she was wearing - too eager to have her tits in his mouth. his eyes widen at the discovery of her nipples being pierced and mammon kitten licks at the silver barbell. she twitches, her body shaking slightly as she continues to move up and down.
he smirks, swirling his tongue over the hard bud and using his free hand to grope at her breast and ass. she's so perfect and pliant in his hands, sweet and doughy and mammon knows that just this once won’t be enough.
“mammon i’m close,” her moans are getting higher and higher, her body quivering as he engulfs her in a tight hug. his thirsts are relentless, brutal, and she can hardly make any sounds except for the few cries that escape her. she’s clutching onto the headrest, onto him, the window, the handle above the window, anything she can get her hands on as her body quivers.
“mammon please, please, please-“ she whimpers, throwing her head back as she’s overcome with pleasure, whole body twitching as he continues to thrust into her chasing his own high. she nearly screams his name into his mouth, kissing him messily - all tongues and a clash of teeth and so, so much spit.
mammon doesn’t care though absolutely loving how sloppy she’s kissing him. it only makes him thrust harder, snapping his hips into her at such a bruising pace that she’s begging to catch her breath and scrambling to find purchase on something. she reaches up and braces herself against the ceiling.
the way she throws her head back, jaw hanging open with a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips and her eyes scrunched with pleasure is enough that mammon can feel himself about to spill over the edge.
“m close.” he says, attempting to pry her off him. she doesn’t move an inch, her insides squeezing him inside and mammon swears under his breath and the realization that she might want him to cum inside her.
“m close babe fuck, get off me.”
“inside, cum inside me please, please,” and her body is convulsing once more. mammon holds her tight, face buried into her chest as he thrusts once, twice more before spilling inside.
her lips search for his in the dark and they kiss softly. it’s slow, and sensual, and different from the times they kissed so far. it’s much more emotional, fulfilling, and mammon can’t help but relax into her. they pull away, panting into each others mouths and mammon can’t help but smile. her eyes slowly being to open and she looks at him so lovingly that mammons heart skips a beat. and then the moment is ruined by her phone ringing. she reaches over to the passenger side picks it up, sliding it to the right.
she friend, brows furrowed together before mumbling a rushed “i’m sorry i’m coming.” mammon’s heart pangs.
“you still gonna go out tonight?” he asks, rubbing her thighs gently, gaze casted else where.
“yeah, i can’t have them be too mad at me.” she says, disconnecting their bodies and finding her way back to the passenger seat. she turns the car light on and grabs her nipple covers and thong, slipping both items back on before searching for her keys.
mammon doesn’t say anything. he’s afraid to anyway. plus, what would he say? his mouth goes dry trying to tell her to stay.
“aha! i found em!” she exclaims, turning to him with a bright smile on her face.l as she lifts her keys up and dangles them in his face. “is my makeup still good?” she asks in a rush to get the words out.
“yes. you still look gorgeous,”
“okay, thank you thank you mammon! and thanks for the cart.” she says , rushing to get out of his car and into his own. “i’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“see ya tomorrow” he responds but the car’s door has already been shut.