“But…” I trail off, not sure exactly what to say.
“I don’t give a damn if I was looking at your perfect pussy. You don’t take your eyes off me until I tell you to.” Plunging two more fingers inside, forcing out a gasp. “Are we clear?”
“Yes,” I nod my head.
“Good, don’t make me repeat myself again.”
“Yes, sir.” Doing my best to pull out innocent eyes.
His eyes flame as I say it, a grin spreading across his face. “Better be careful with that, Miss Anderson. I’m liable to fuck your face if you keep talking like that.”
“So why don’t you?”
Leaning into me, his eyes darken as he leans in. “Cause Sketch, I know that’ll have you dripping all over these seats, and while we’ll circle back to that at a later time. It won’t be in this car.”
My eyes widen as I look at him. He moves back down, watching himself finger-fuck me.
“Lie back.” He finally whispers, inching closer to my core.
My hands pinch between the seat and the cuffs as I lie back. His hands coming up, gripping the back of my thighs as he pushes them against my torso. “Goddamn.” He mumbles before the warmth of his mouth latches around my clit, his fingers sliding from my thigh, teasing my entrance.
“Fuck, Sketch.” He mumbles out, I don’t need to look at him to know the character he’s playing is slipping away as his fingers press into me again, curling around, and his tongue still on my clit.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, my legs somehow already vibrating.
“You’re not allowed to come yet.” He tells me.
“Ah!”I shriek out, doing everything to maintain my composure, my legs kicking up, my foot smacking hard against something, but I don’t look at what.
“What’d I say?” He growls out, leaning over my body and staring down at me. “Don’t come until I say so, Miss Anderson.”
But my inner walls become like a vise around his fingers.
“I can’t help…” I whimper out, not being able to finish my thought as he slides his fingers out, leaving me empty.
A deep chuckle comes out before he leans in closer to me. Now I’m able to feel the fabric of his pants grazing my clit.
I can’t help myself as I rotate my hips, trying my best to relieve the building pressure inside me.
A mischievous grin pulls at his face as he looks at me. “So fucking needy.” He aggressively presses his lips against mine.My mouth opening, letting him in, needing to feel him inside me, wherever that may be. Pulling his mouth from mine, he smirks. “I almost want to make you hump my thigh until you come all over it.”
“What?” I gasp out.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do that… yet. I need to be buried in you right fucking now. I need you wrapped so tightly around my cock I can’t control myself.”
My hips move against him again.
“I’m gonna move your hands to your front.”
“Why?” I whimper, looking at him.
Tilting his head, he laughs, glancing over his shoulder. “Because I’m gonna put you on that hook.”
I’m smirking now.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
Nodding my head.
