Chapter 17

• Observing Ann's face as she reached her climax, moans escaping from her slightly parted lips, her back arching, pushing her breasts upwards... Dylan had the urge to lean over and take a nipple between his teeth.
• He was doing his best to keep his eyes on the road, to not let her know how much her youthful and perky body was affecting him, but he HAD to watch. He had to see her face flush at his commands. He had to see that blush spread down her throat and across her chest. He had to witness how her body was reacting on his leather seats.
• He had warned her not to climax or he would discipline her, hoping she wouldn't obey and she didn't. She rushed towards her orgasm, fully aware that he would take control when they got back to his house, and she desired it. But then again, of course, she did. She's a little vixen.