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The slurp of her wet skin giving as she fucks herself with her fingers fills the air.
"Did I give you permission to get yourself off?" I growl.
"What the—" she begins to protest.
I cut her off. "If you swear, I’ll have to punish you for it, and I’ll take great pleasure in it, too."
She makes a sound halfway between a snarl and a groan.
A chuckle rumbles up my chest, but I manage to swallow it back. She’s so fucking adorable when she gets all antsy and so filled with lust that she can barely think straight. And I’m the one who got her there. Not that asshat of her-ex. Her soon to be no-longer-ever-in-her-thoughts ex, if I have my way. I’m going to show her how much pleasure I can give her. How much in touch with her moods, her emotions, her every little need I am. I’m going to take such good care of her, she won't want anything to do with him.
"Now, stuff a third finger inside yourself."
"Another one?" she cries.
In comparison to my cock, three of your slim fingers is less than half the size."
"One fourth, but whatever," she mumbles under her breath, but I hear her.
"What did you say?"
"That there’s a reason your ego’s as big as an arena."
I allow my lips to curl. "Did you compliment me there?"
"I suppose I did," she scoffs.
I frown. "And how many have you seen?"
"Is this the conversation you want to be having while I have my fingers inside myself?"
I shoot her a sideways glance, then look back at the road. "Just for that, cram a fourth finger inside yourself."
"What?” She gasps, “If I had long manicured fingernails—”
“You don’t. Do it, Goldie. Now."
A whimper spills from her lips. Then she throws back her head, "Oh god—"
"Oh, Rick," I correct her.
"Oh, Rick. I’m so close. So, so, close."
"You may now start fucking yourself."
The slap of wet flesh against flesh fills the air. The sweet scent of her cum is so intense, it goes straight to my head. I force myself to stay focused, then flip the indicator and take the turn off that leads to Grams’ place.
"Faster," I snap.
The intensity with which she’s fingering herself increases. She gasps, groans, and wriggles her hips as she obeys me. Her entire body shudders. Her movements get more frantic. I know she’s there. I know she’s about to come.
"Stop."
"Eh?"
"Pull your fingers out, right now."
She does so, then inhales. The tension vibrates off of her body as I guide the car to a stop. I turn, circle her wrist with my fingers, and bring hers to my mouth. I lick the cum off her fingertips, and the honeyed taste adds fuel to my arousal. I hold her gaze, curl my tongue around her fingertips, and her pupils dilate further.
