Page 19 of Mister Prick

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Vince

“What are we doing?”she asked.

Her ass looked fabulous in the sleeveless black dress she’d chosen. I pried my eyes from it and met her gaze. “I thought we’d already discussed that?”

“Here?” She glanced around and then gave me a confused look. “We’re fucking here? Out in the open?”

We were parked behind a warehouse that had been vacant for a few months. Although we were outside, we weren’t necessarily in public. Not to say that the world was incapable of seeing us, but they would certainly have to try hard to do so.

I swung the cargo door of the SUV open. “Come over here.”

She peered around the corner of the vehicle. “I can’t decide if this is weird, or hot.”

“It’s sexy as fuck,” I said. “Believe me.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulders and then fluffed it with her fingers. Her gaze lowered to my rock-hard cock. After a long stare, she looked up. “I think you might be right.”

I curled my index finger toward my palm. “Come. Here.”

She edged her way between me and the back bumper and stood nose to nose with me. With her face mere inches from mine, she looked me in the eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Mister.”

“You should be.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Why?”

“Because I’m a prick.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Mister Prick.”

With my eyes locked on hers, I positioned my hand between her legs. Slowly, I traced the tips of my fingers along her inner thigh, lifting her knee-length dress in the process. Her eyes widened as the tip of my index finger met her soaking wet twat.

I pressed my lips to her ear. “Your mind’s been wandering, Jess. You’ve got a mess down here.”

“I uhhm.” She swallowed heavily. “I may have been thinking about sucking your cock.”

I wedged the length of my finger into her wet slit, rubbing my knuckle against her clit as I did so. She flinched in response, and then her eyes fell closed.

“I’m going to stuff this wet little hole of yours full of cock, Jess.” I breathed into her ear. “While you’re bent over the back of this car.”

She writhed in response. “Okay,” she murmured.

I patted my left hand against the carpeted cargo area of the car. “Palms down. Right here.”

She drew a slow breath and turned toward the car. As she placed her palms flat on the carpet, I pushed my index finger deeper into her.

She sucked a breath. “Oh God.”

With my chest against her back, I forced her to bend at the waist. I pushed my finger in and out of her wetness a few times, and then leaned forward and pressed my cheek against hers. “We might have a problem.”

“What…what kind of…problem?” she muttered.

“Your pussy is tiny.”

“That’s a…it’s a problem?”

“Reach back here and squeeze my cock,” I said. “You can tell me if it’s a problem or not.”