He grinned. “I knew it,” he said, his finger stroking me through the lace again. Up and down, tracing my pussy lips through the fabric, applying just enough pressure to make me shiver.
“Is that a thong under there?” Ford asked, running his finger along the length of it. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
I sucked in a breath as he pulled it aside, his fingers touching my opening.
“So wet,” he murmured, his eyes locking on mine. “You are so fucking wet for me.”
All I could do was let out a little gasp, letting my head fall back as his finger parted me, teasing my slick entrance. I gripped the seat for dear life, worried I’d punch holes in the leather with my nails as Ford slid his finger inside me. Smooth, strong, and sure. Pushing deeper into my wetness, feeling so good I could barely stand it.
“This pussy wants me,” he said, moving his finger in and out, pumping softly.
I shook my head no and he laughed.
“You can lie to me, but your pussy can’t,” he said. “You want this.”
He slipped another finger inside, stretching me a little bit, starting to move faster. I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. His fingers felt incredible as they fucked me. In and out, getting faster but not too fast, curling just enough to rub my walls, sensations sparking through me, the hot friction building with every thrust.
My legs were wide open now, my body humming with pleasure, and yet I wanted more. I wanted his mouth on mine, covering my nipples, sucking, biting, trailing kisses up to my neck.
I wanted him, all of him, inside of me.
Two fingers weren’t enough.
As if he could sense my need, he slipped another finger inside me. I was stretched to the max, his fingers finding a rhythm that had me right on the edge.
My hips began moving in time with his thrusts, meeting each one. The back of the car was filled with the wet sound of Ford finger fucking me, and our shared, heavy breathing.
“That’s it,” Ford said. “Give it to me. Fuck me. I want you to come in my hand.”
I gasped at his words, closing my eyes, head thrown back. I was close. So close.
Then Ford slid his thumb up, pressing against my clit.
“Mmm, God,” I whimpered as my body clenched around his fingers, and I came harder than I ever had in my life. I was panting for air, riding out the waves of my orgasm, too caught up in the moment to even think about what was happening, or who it was happening with.
When I finally opened my eyes, Ford was wiping his hand on his jeans, a satisfied grin on his face.
“You were saying?” he asked, looking at me smugly.
I blushed, pulling my dress down, my pulse still sky high.
What the hell had Ford just done to me? It was a revelation. Nothing like before. A total fucking home run.
Not that I was going to say anything to him. He didn’t need to know how new this was to me, how fucking incredible it had felt, how little experience I had to compare it to.
But there was no more hiding how much I wanted him.
Which meant I had to find a way to regain the upper hand.
As soon as possible.
Emzee
Chapter 16
The Wives were deep in conversation when I arrived at The Gage for another Vault Lunch—unusual because Brooklyn was often the last one to show up—but it didn’t take a genius to realize that they had to be deep in conversation about me.
When I got to the table, both their heads shot up, wearing identical smiles.
