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“Something that’d give me complete control of you, sweetheart.”
Unable to stop myself, I ground my pussy against his knee and whimpered. “Please, Kai …” I inched closer to him, my pussy grinding further up his leg, closer to his bulge. “You’re hard for me. Let me touch it. Let me make you feel good.”
Hell, I needed it too.
After a tense moment, Kai pulled away with a small smirk on his lips. “No.”
“Please, Kai,” I whispered, rubbing my clit against his thigh.
Tightening his grip on my wrists, he glanced down to my lips and drew his tongue across his. The thought of him dragging it up my neck or between my thighs made me even tighter.
“If you keep rubbing yourself off on me, you’re going to ruin my pants,” he said.
My breath caught in my throat. “If you don’t like it, then stop me.”
God, I really was a horny bitch.
Instead of stopping me like he should’ve, he sat back and watched me grind myself against his leg and ruin his black cargo pants with my juices. The pressure rose in my core, the thought of him between my legs nearly making me tip over the edge.
“Tell me what else you’d do to me,” I whispered, my nipples hardening underneath my shirt. A wind blew and made them even harder, and I ached so bad for him to squeeze them between his fingers.
Kai lowered his gaze to my chest, seeing the imprint of my nipples through my thin bralette. He moved his hand that was around my throat down my chest and lightly—so fucking lightly—brushed his thumb against my nipple. “I’d put nipple clamps on your tits.” He brushed his fingers over my nipple again. “Clamp them so tight until you’re crying out for me to take them off.”
A wave of pleasure rushed through me. “Show me.”
He chuckled and continued to gently graze his fingers against my nipples, barely touching me. “No.”
“Kai …”
“I’d stuff your mouth full with a ball gag, let you spit and drool all over yourself.”
Behind my back, I balled my hands into tight fists.
“Are you going to come all over me already?” Kai asked. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
One last time, I bucked my hips against him, stuffed my face into the crook of his shoulder, and cried out. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, my legs trembling around him. God, this felt so fucking good.
When I finished, he released my hands. After kicking the kickstand of his bike, he started it up, looked over his shoulder at me, and said, “That mouth is going to get you in trouble one day, Imani.” Then, he drove out of Redwood’s parking lot and disappeared down the road.
